Welcome to some of the best poetry you’ve ever read and heard…ok, maybe not the best…but, it’s pretty good.

Welcome to the Cecilia Leigh website & blog.  A place to celebrate writing, poetry, and the art of spoken word…and by celebrating, I mean taking risks, inspiring, screwing it up, falling on our faces, and learning.  Because, really, that’s what this whole go round is about; the experience.

If we keep our words inside, if we never speak or write from that place below the surface, the world is going to miss out on the real us.  Since we went through all the trouble of getting here, I’d suggest we pick up our pens, warm up our voices, and start sharing.  Risky as it may seem, that’s what I’ve decided to do.  I hope you do to.

Peace out my fellow word muses,

Cecilia Leigh

 

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How I married Poetry & The Poetry of Yoga Release on 11.11.11

I started reading poetry for myself and reading it out loud for others when I began teaching yoga. Mystics like Rumi, Hafiz, Mary Oliver, and David Whyte touch on the essence of themes I was, and still am, trying to articulate in my yoga and life-connection practice.  I found poetry was succinct, powerful, and the essence of the Divine given to us through the authors’ beautiful voices. Over the years their words have expressed, entered, and changed me very deeply.

The more I read, spoke, and digested this essence of Source the more I felt compelled to honor the Source within me and start writing.  For years I would only write in my tent or when I was outside where I felt inspiration.  It was intense, heated, and inconsistent at best- like a long distance love affair.  I could never quite settle down and move in with her.  At one point Poetry gave me an ultimatum- get serious and settle down… or leave.

So, I decided on a trial marriage.  I self-imposed a 40-day post-it-note poem challenge.  I had to write something, anything, on a post-it-note, everyday for 40 days.  If I missed a day I would start over again.  How hard could writing on a post-it be?  Not hard.  A 3 inch by 3 inch square is not that big.  It wasn’t the content or length that was a challenge.  Heck, it wasn’t even the amount of time it took.  It was the thoughts and stories that wanted to keep me from writing everyday.  A litany of  “I’m not good enough’s” to “What’s the point? No one is going to see these…wait, thank God, no one is going to see these.”

We all have reasons, concious and unconscious, that keep us from writing.  But, I honored that the voices were just voices and kept writing; even on the days where I felt uninspired, wrote seeming nonsense, and was not engaged.  In retrospect, I was amazed at what came out of that process and that it instilled in me writing as a habit.  Granted, I don’t write everyday, but I write several times throughout the week, and when I don’t take that time, even 5 minutes, I feel off.

It’s the same thing when I can’t get outside or don’t do yoga.  I get edgy, disjointed, and feel incomplete.  Writing is one of the ways that I process, share, and let the Divine move through me.  I suggest the trial marriage.  You’ll be amazed at who and what you end up with.

PS- All the writing, even on the “bad days” is worth something.  Stay tuned for more news about The Poetry of Yoga Anthology.  One of my poems is being published on 11.11.11.  Click here for more info and I’ll write more about it closer to the release date.  There are some pretty amazing writers and yogis involved!

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Tarnished

Between me and the foggy reflection of whom I think I should be

Are hues of metallic pink and turquoise

Swirling like an oil slick over the handle

And up my arm as I try bringing thoughts to my mouth

 

As I eat what others dish out and gag silently as I swallow

Words that aren’t mine

They will never know how I talk or what I think because

I don’t allow

 

I don’t know how

So I put the knife down

Beside my spoon

And pray that I will someday hear myself

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