It’s a cold morning here in South Dakota. We’re expecting snow this afternoon, just enough to cover the ground in white-Christmas fashion.
Here in our living room, the Christmas tree is lit. The hearth has a warm fire. I’m listening to a fabulous playlist of holiday favorites performed by jazz greats. Right now, Charles Brown is crooning “Merry Christmas, Baby.”
Like Mr. Brown, “I’m feelin’ mighty fine.”
For the moment, I’m choosing to forget about wars and protests and mass shootings and inflation and climate change. I’m laying down my fretting about folks I love. I’m relaxing about what I have to get done before leaving town for the weekend.
Yes, for the moment, I’m just basking in this. I’m sitting here on the couch, one cat curled in sleep on either side of me, and I’m writing a few “rays of light.” Did I ever write one for you?
I started this custom a couple of years ago. When anyone signs up to follow my work (now, on The Raft), I send them a welcome message with this promise:
If you answer this email and tell me a bit about yourself, I’ll eventually send you a short but inspiring message in reply. A personalized ray of light, just for you.
Of course, not everybody’s eager to have their inbox light up. But when a reader does reply to my welcome message, I get to do what I’m doing now: craft a little “ray of light,” a personalized poem, just for them. It’s a way of presenting them with an appreciative gift—
by demonstrating that they matter to me
by offering my full attention to what they’ve told me
by reflecting back to them something significant I’ve heard or sensed in their text
by sharing my own expressivity, using the vehicle of their own words
I’d like to give you a peek behind the curtain at how I do this, because you might want to experiment with it, too, using correspondence that you receive. It’s fun!
How I write a “ray of light”
I copy the text of the message I received from the reader. It may be several paragraphs long or fewer than a dozen words.
I paste the text twice into a Word document. The first copy becomes my creative “playground.” The second copy I don’t touch. It’s just there for reference, if needed.
I search the playground text for words that “shimmer”—that seem to have energy and special significance. I delete everything else. This is an intuitive process. I try not to think too much.
From the remaining list of words, I craft a short poem, bearing in mind what little I know about the person I’m writing it for. When absolutely necessary, I add minor words of my own, or alter the original language (e.g., I may change the tense), but I like to avoid this.
I send the “ray of light” to its recipient.
I don’t write “rays of light” with the intention of profiting off them. I don’t even keep copies of them. But by conducting a search of my “sent” emails, I’ve rounded up some random examples to share with you (keep scrolling). Enjoy!
This special season of gift-giving can also be a special season of gift-making,
if only we give ourselves permission to play!
Ray of Light #1 I can’t resist your invitation to love delight We are all minstrels singing beneath the same stars as our ancestors Why not give it a try? Ray of Light #2 I needed to find words of hope not just platitudes or overused scripture but living words And now after walking around the top of a great funnel I have fallen into the deep poem of my soul After all the devastation flowers come up again Ray of Light #3 My previous life is so upended Gone is the work I loved Come is the long haul of Covid and cancer and chemotherapy and grief about climate change and fear we are near the end of our Democracy I am so tired I am not afraid Yet I am afraid How to make the rest of my life meaningful? Central now is what I care about Now I am not finished Ray of Light #4 In this season of learning I am loving myself better, setting my boundaries, exploring my free will, surrendering my expectations. Even though I am alone, I am not alone. I am living into the not-knowing, ready for the teacher to appear. Some are already here. Ray of Light #5 We can survive all we have to endure if we share it with enough honesty. That isn’t a scam. That’s the truth. Bone that keeps growing back. Ray of Light #6 Tell me what time means And I'll tell you my life means more Ray of Light #7 She gives and gives and gives and gives and gives and gives and gives and gives until she feels so empty she has to stop and that's when she finds her soul full for-giving
The Gentle Nudge
Join other Rafters this week for . . .
Creatives’ Coffee Wednesday, 4:00-5:30PM Central at this link
Poetry Pick-Me-Up Thursday 12:00-1:00PM Central at this link
These are so beautifully simple and profound! I am inspired, thank you.
Thank you for this! And I have found how we can talk to each other again! Yay on all counts!