LINDA J. WOLFF lives in Washington. She's currently the editor for online journal Wolff Poetry and resource site for beginning writers.
What is the Definition of Meditative? How Do I Use it?
Life sometimes can swallow me whole, especially in these last four years. I once was a woman who lived in a castle; a castle consumed with the richness of life.
A castle consumed with love at times, with challenges, and with death.
The definition of meditative to me is this: me, taking time to slow life down, to think before I allow my inner child to drown in suffering. To practice every day a positive vibe that grows a positive way of living.
After four years of loss, I had to focus on the person who remains in my life, and that was my beautiful daughter, for, she too was hurting. And I had to change this path of negativity.
Do You Find Yourself Seeking Solace?
"Through the window of one's soul; one never
ceases to know there is more beyond seeing,
breathing, and touching."
— Linda J. Wolff
Solace // is an Absence
Absence like dreaded darkness without shadows
and no shadow in mind.
Solace has its voice or, no-voice,
just as I wrote long ago "I don't explicitly state me
in my writing. I explicitly state my no-voice."
A poem that explicitly states the no-voice.
Everything but the voice.
The forest's camouflage of leaves, but is camouflage voice-referenced?
Early, morning, the no-voice songbird watchful to what solace has to utter.
The leaves, one of my favorite shapes,
bending there in the no-voice, moving.
If I pull the branches away like window curtains, what then?
Calmness blankets the terrain.
The dreaded darkness of myself penetrates the stumps of trees.
Leaves fall swallowing like a transgressor or a villain.
Oh. I'm crying.
Teardrops fill solace as a mother brings
to her baby no-cub's hungry tummy
something filling but a precarious morsel.
©Linda J. Wolff Oct/2018
The Human Condition is in Need of Solace
When We take Time for Ourselves We Heal
© 2018 Linda J Wolff