You can start learning to enjoy your life in every little way.
“The cost of joy is paying attention — and I’m writing poetry to help all of us realize how rich we already are."
Jason C. Inman"Somewhere between the lines of Jason's poems, if you read slowly, and carefully, you'll discover a sense of revelation and depth that reveals your own soul more clearly to you. "
Brian Lawes,
award-winning director of Lost Kings
Jason C. Inman is a writer and pastor living in Oklahoma with his wife, five children, a Beagle, and a Bagle Hound.
Whatever the Weather
With its childlike sense for sneaking past our false walls, Whatever the Weather invites us with beautiful words and illustrations to take up residence outside of ourselves just long enough to notice who we're becoming, and what's happening in all the joy and grief-filled places that we, at some point along the way, forgot how to see.
Some of the places your body wants to go are footpaths back to where it was without you before you could see what you didn't know.
So as you travel, pay attention.
Um, what the heck did that mean?
Those were just a few lines of poetry from Jason’s book, Whatever the Weather.
As you read about your body traveling, “footpaths back to where it was without you” what images, ideas, feelings, or thoughts came to your mind?
Poetry is a way of experiencing your life again, but this time with the realization that some of the greatest pain and joys fall outside of our ability to confine moments into clear, obedient, and orderly descriptions.
Shall we try again?
You’re about to read the last stanza of the first poem in Whatever the Weather. As you read allow your mind to wander and pay attention to where you end up.
The forest is writing a bedtime story
for little ones dying to stay awake forever
It's time to lay down and listen
drinking in little ways to pay attention
As we lay to rest
Would you like another?
Give yourself a few generous breaths and recieve these lines from a poem titled, Life Keeps.
Every beautiful thing keeps being
as layers of decay become earth's nursery.
Decomposers keep writing love notes to life—
sharing secrets from the end
that when said again sound like the beginning.
Maybe death is a way life keeps winning.