“Yet, within the wounds, rather like the tree in the image above, there is new growth and opportunities to re-frame our perspective and turn our attention to moments of joy and small pleasures. New growth that finds its compost from what has died or changed, and leaves us with clarity, a new found direction and hope. A perspective coming from interconnection – not separation. “
“I didn’t see this coming, in fact I wasn’t even sure I had it in me. Never before, best as I recall, have my own words, my unique thoughts, my inherent wisdom poured forth so bountifully. It started innocently enough with a ‘YES’ to participate in a training for Poetry as a Tool for Wellness.”
“You see, we are constantly reminded of the cycle of birth, growth, change, death and regeneration every day of our lives. A tutorial or “rites of passage” given to us freely from the vast source of all creation without asking anything from us in return. Do we pay attention?”
“It was in the silence of a pristine snow covered landscape on a morning in Vermont, my boot covered foot breaking through snow the only human sound, as I started out on my morning walk. The night before I had been awakened by a housemate knocking softly at my door urging me to get up and follow her outdoors into the frigid night air. The pure delight I saw on her face was enough for me to follow her into the darkness wrapped in only…..”
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“There are no sheltering or hiding places in transparency. It is simply raw and real – exposing the parts of us that we haven’t had the courage up to now to reveal to anyone other than those closest to us. And even then do we really share our deepest concerns…..
“All my schooling was about being on that hallowed ground of certainty, answers so definitive that they could be picked out of a multiple choice. The whole system applauded every right answer. A great predictive model of my future was based on the number of things that I knew.
…Society hasn’t prepared me to admit, let alone live in, “I don’t know.”