WORKS

WORD & VOICE

Threshold Weather poetry book cover

by Ina Jain
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I dance life in letters and words. I cross thresholds sentences at a time. I fill my heart with the fire of images invisible to the open eye. 

WILD PLACES

Writing for me is a space to sit down and step into dialogue with myself. Authentic self-reflection. It is a place for honesty. It is a space of trust, of letting go of control, of connecting to my essence, my creativity.

To me it is a wild place to meet myself again and again.

It is a dance that has no set steps, it forms and reforms itself every time I enter into it. It is a space in which I can find my way home to myself and my creative essence. It is a practice in which I cultivate a space to show up for myself again and again and again.

It is a wild place of unbounded expression, it encompasses the whole journey from wild exploration to a form created out of this wild place. It is a process in which I can experience that it is possible for me to be present, witness and support myself on the whole journey of creativity from the first spark of inspiration to something that feels ready to be shared with others and often move on into either revisiting it later and encounter it for the first time as a reader and then take it apart again, with playful curiosity allow the creation to reshape itself once again becoming part of the spark of inspiration at the beginning of a new creative cycle.

DANCE

The exploration of the dance between mind and body has been an ongoing journey for me throughout my life so far. Although not always conscious, I have always been aware of its presence. Telling stories was an integral part of my upbringing and I still remember the sense of infinite space opening up for me the moment I mastered the skill to write as a child. Since then writing and storytelling have been constant companions on my path, and have held space for me finding my own voice and within that to reclaim the right of telling stories in my own way and from my perspective.

When I write I feel the words in my body. Movement that tingles in my mind. Between the wild whispers I listen to the stillness, make space for the ripening flow and allow my fingers to dance over the pages to the rhythm of worlds turning inside out.

Grounded in a deep connection to nature my creations dance with the shadow to make a conscious choice for the light. Although writing is the foundation of all of them, voice and movement have grown to be vital ingredients to build the bridge between body and mind into embodied storytelling.

CREATIVE RESONANCE
For me writing is an expressed commitment to remembering the bridges between arts and spirit, earth and human. It offers me a meeting place where I can experience, cultivate and express the juncture between the universal and the individual rooted in a balance of unbound intuition and cultivated form.

Storytelling to me is a constantly shifting, transforming and alive process. A poem changes with every time it is told or read even if the body of words on the surface appears seemingly unaltered. I believe in poems speaking for themselves. The poem as a living being with its lines as thresholds into this intimate space of exploration. Within this space each encounter between you and the words creates a new body of creation in this meeting place of worlds. It becomes a creative process of constant impermanence that for me holds the true magic of any kind of creation and leaves space for true resonance unique to this pocket of time where writer, reader and text meet, thereby creating something new every time.

Would you like to read more of my poetry?

Threshold Weather – Voices of Initiation is an invitation in 8 poems to journey along the threshold of transformation and meet yourself from a new vantage point between the lines of each poem.

Grounded in a deep connection to nature each poem offers different glimpses of what it is to embody seeming paradoxes in the dance with the flavours of growing human.

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along the alleyways of your days
I walk

waiting for snow

don´t be afraid

I pick you up

child on the surface of piercing claws

you came here to remember

nothing is lost

I saw you on the rooftops chasing waves

they might tell you my story

a branch on the storm of spilling beaks

I´ve lived the shimmer of waking moons

wondering if you´d be ready for the view

 

(excerpt from: Threshold Weather - Voices of Initiation)

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