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40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 25 (still saturday)

March 28, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

Dennis solitude

“And so the truth is

that as much as we love to be alone,

we want to be together.

It is the paradox of the poem,

playing out in our very life.

The poem is most usually written in solitude.”

~ From “Purple Bottle Journal” in Love. Etc.: Poems of Love, Laughter, Longing, & Loss by L.L. Barkat

Word Count: 40

Hoping you find a little slice of poetic solitude this weekend.

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Today’s Reading: Acts 24-28

In the stillness,

Sandy

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Welcome to the Still Saturday Community where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details on the left, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep.

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  1. Ceil says

    March 28, 2014 at 11:58 pm

    Hi Sandra! I just read your “Meet Sandra” and I am so impressed by our similarities. I am a Nana (close, right?) and a nurse myself. My last job in nursing was a 12 year hitch at an OB/GYNE office. I finally decided to quit and try writing. I’d been called to it for a long time, but I thought the voice calling me was crazy!

    Oh yes. And I have two children. Both adopted.
    I hope to visit you often! Please come by and visit me sometimes too. We may have a lot to teach each other.
    Happy Weekend!
    Ceil

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 29, 2014 at 9:16 am

      That’s crazy! In a good way. I love how God makes connections here in cyberspace. Patricia (below) is a nurse, too. 🙂

      I never stayed 12 years in one place–until we moved to this house. 😉

  2. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    March 29, 2014 at 7:32 am

    So lovely, Sandra. I think that’s true of all writing, don’t you? We long for relationship – to connect with others in and with our writing, and yet the very act requires solitude. I hope your weekend is as lovely as you. xox

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 29, 2014 at 9:10 am

      Oh, I like how you ran with that, Patricia. Our writing, though usually done in solitude, is our way of connecting with others–and often a way of connecting with ourselves.

  3. bluecottonmemory says

    March 29, 2014 at 9:25 am

    I so enjoy being around people – but, like the poem says, it is in the solitude where the story is written – it is where it is wrestled with and where decisions are made. Wise insight! Wishing you solitude to write your story!

  4. Virginia Knowles says

    March 29, 2014 at 9:44 am

    The links I put up last night disappeared, so I entered them again! 🙂 Such a lovely blog party each week. Thanks for hosting!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 29, 2014 at 9:57 am

      Hi Virginia,

      I deleted them and sent you an email. I don’t know what’s up, but for some reason I kept getting a warning from my virus protector which finally blocked me from your site. I sent a report so they could check it in the event it’s a false alarm. But you’ll probably want to check it from your end. 🙁

  5. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    March 29, 2014 at 10:49 am

    Sandra, thank you for these words, the image, this restful place to gather. Bless you, dear friend.

    And, following on with Patricia’s comment, I’m learning to write when I’m not alone. It’s stimulating.

  6. Carol J. Garvin says

    March 29, 2014 at 2:23 pm

    I often find “a little slice of poetic solitude” just by visiting you here. 🙂 Thank you for this place of respite.

  7. Lyli @3-D Lessons for Life says

    March 29, 2014 at 8:34 pm

    Sandy, love the picture of the beach with the rocks… I would like to spend a day there and bring a rock home to remember.

  8. Laurie Collett says

    March 29, 2014 at 10:06 pm

    Thank you for inspiring each of us to poetic solitude! Thanks for hosting & God bless!

  9. Claudia says

    March 30, 2014 at 12:29 am

    Hi Sandra 🙂 Again, you’ve shared a quote that just sinks deep inside the soul. There is nothing more precious than finding yourself in a place of solitude and quietness. It is rich and full of encounters

    Claudia

  10. Joanne Viola says

    March 30, 2014 at 6:45 am

    So very true – – the paradox of needing time alone and time with others. I am learning we need both. Now I need to figure out the balance of the two 🙂 Blessings!

  11. Margaret Feinberg says

    April 1, 2014 at 9:52 am

    Sandra, thank you for sharing all the links! Can’t wait to browse through them.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      April 2, 2014 at 2:05 pm

      Thanks so much for coming by, Margaret. I’m loving the challenge of these 40 days. 🙂

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