by Rachel Thomas
I was so very excited to accept the position of Head of Marketing at T’Poets until I realised I was being asked to write a guest blog. Suddenly I became pleasantly petrified and started googling prodigious locutions. I can’t really say it made me feel much better.
Here on my holidays in sunny blog world I have to say this is how I imagined my life to turn out. I am mingling with deep, poetic types and although the amount of Guinness involved is considerably less than expected I try to remember that I too am a deep, poetic type and I should really make an effort to fit in.
While poets big, small and understated throw syllabic butterflies out into the cosmoverse I have watched in wonder as they flap their tiny little wings creating phenomenal hurricanes of laughter, emotion and inspiration. – Bear with me here I am TRYING....
My point is that macro isn’t versus micro. Micro IS macro. Macro is micro.
I am not going to get into the valid debate about whether Darwin was big or small but please, have a think about evolution. Out of tiny acorns grow huge oak trees yes and where does the universe come from? A teenie tiny tinchy little minuty sparkly thingy – Right?
Just look at us! My, haven’t we grown!
The only other thing I wanted to mention was that the tiny sparkle is in you. It is the idea that grows into a novel, the football win that lifts your spirits and makes you fling your arms around sheer strangers, (cough cough) it is in your heartbeat when you see pictures of cute kittens and wander off to the cat rescue centre, you are the dream that turns into a whole reality. It is the drop in the ocean of happiness and what more it spreads like chicken pox.
I am all for embracing the micro AS the macro and the macro AS the micro because, after all, the universe is made of stardust.
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Rachel Thomas is a poet, educator and graduate from Blackpool & Fylde college.