“When
people wake up in the morning, it’s a miracle, they just don’t know it’s a
miracle”
Rubin “Hurricane”
Carter
Sometimes it's a shock and
sometimes the day just rolls into my awareness like a mist coming off the
lake. And there it is, a new day with
new opportunities or challenges. But this
day started with my taking inventory of my energy. Is it positive? It must be in order to write. Yesterday was a hard day. I saw an old friend and after hugging me, I
just knew, without words that whatever friendship was there before, is just not
there. He looks like my friend, but he
doesn't feel like my friend. it was disturbing
for me. It was grist for this mill to
write. It's not that parting is such
sweet sorrow, it's that I've grown and I've changed as well. I'm a confident, happy human being. For some people that's daunting.
But today I determined that even in
the rain, I will prevail. The name is
Honey, not sugar, I won't melt (nor dissolve).
The exciting thing about this
writing day is that I have to prepare to offer a poetry workshop at a community
food centre where people value the arts and culture as much as they abhor their
hunger and poverty.
Tomorrow, I will share my own words
and then provide excercises that give voice to whoever shows up to own their
powers and experiences. It's very
exciting. A lot depends on the weather.
Today was a day where the mail
brought so many gifts that I actually couldn't believe it. I got GAINS (government assisted income
supplement). I was so shocked into
disbelief that I phoned to find out why I was getting $55.00 from my province.
So this writing day is part journal,
part check in and part coping with the block of writing poetry. I tried to feel it but couldn't. A lot depends on the weather. It was a hot and lush and sultry day, the
kind of day that begs for a good murder mystery and didn't we (the world) get
it? I witnessed a person in a powerful
position commit high crimes and misdemeanors and smiled. Finally, the blinders are coming off and
people are seeing that emperor really wears no clothes nor morality. It is a true mystery.
Sometimes I have to write just to
write. Pick up a pen, turn on the
computer and start and see where it goes.
This is that day and this has been my magnificent writing day, a true
miracle.
Honey Novick is a
singer/songwriter/voice teacher/poet. A full member of the League of
Canadian Poets, she has been published in numerous magazines and anthologies.
She has 8 collections of poems including LyricalMyrical's Ruminations of a Fractured Diamond; Cancyp's Monday Nights at the Butler's Pantry; Sanguine Encounters With Greatness and the forthcoming Undefeated Relevance. She also has
recorded 8 CDs including Rising Toward
The Seraphim; Solid; New Songs for Peace (a product of the
UNESCO millennium endeavours), Milton
Acorn and The Free Speech Movement; Sal
Mineo, My Friend, Elvis Monday Nights
and Fat Albert's Coffeehouse artists.
Honey Novick is an awardee of the 2017 Dr. Reva Gerstein
Legacy Fund as well as one of the Canada 150 Outstanding Neighbours for
"Liter-arti". She has produced "Womanvoice" for 26
years. She is artist resource with the Friendly Spike Theatre Band,
teaches "Voice Yoga" at the Secret Handshake Gallery, expressive
writing at the Diane Frankling Coop and is a part of the Inkwell Writers and
High Park Poets. www.honeynovick.com
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