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Month: July 2014

more sources

Published by heather on July 30, 2014

I pretty much get inspired by every article in the National Geographic… and much of what I hear on CBC radio… and mostly by what passes outside my living room window. So why do I bother to post these? I feel a lot of gratitude for the people who have shared their stories with me… of significant moments, of marriages in trouble and in triumph, of special teachings, of everyday frustrations. These often point me to new learning. So by posting some of the shareable sources that have come my way, I put them on offer in case someone else feels them poking as a good opportunity… may they be a good itch.

I did want to express thanks to the participants and speakers at the 2013 Wake Up Festival in Colorado, which was a multi-pronged source of inspiration for me. And to the women who came to Sundog Retreat in June 2014 to learn from the irrepressible Nina Wise… I found our weekend together planted seeds that are now poking through…

Thrive

Published by heather on July 30, 2014

Sometimes I see all these buds

and drying leaves

and petals with tips curled inwards

 

and I want to be the warm soil,

lush rain,

hot loving sun

 

so that everyone I greet

can flourish,

so that the blooming

can bring joy to all of us.

 

This secret embrace

of strangers

and the flowers

entwined with my own stem

has pure intent

and deep tenderness.

 

Braver still

to be the sun

and warm lush

without hope for any change,

trusting in the thrive

I will never see.

Cup

Published by heather on July 30, 2014

I have to smile at my habit

of sipping so lightly

at wisdom’s offered cup

before wanting to pass it along

with genuine generosity

 

and wisdom, more generous still

keeps bringing me flavours

and invitations

to drink the cup dry,

imbibing deeply,

a profound gluttony

I feared for so long,

satiation

from a cup that never empties.

 

These quenched roots

end travel as I have known it,

watering this precious blossom,

the offering not from any gesture;

scent wafting

from these full petals.

Wet foal

Published by heather on July 30, 2014

Those foals

who struggle only once

and find their legs so quickly

even as they falter

 

how did I miss that lesson,

why has it taken so long

to find these feet?

 

And even at this age

long past cute or innocent,

I can welcome the faltering

and bravely try to stand,

hoping that this wet

is residue

from a new birth.

Poetry of the body

Published by heather on July 30, 2014

Poetry of the body,

this tracing of currents

to see where thoughts travel,

glimmers of fish in streams,

where debris has diverted

fresh flow

and can be shifted.

 

And of course these thoughts

are rarely words,

moving as sensation and mood,

colours of some cousin to electricity.

 

Despite my blindness

and all the ways I am numb,

there is a kind of listening

that touches on knowing

and by these fragile threads

I lead myself home.

 

catching up

Published by heather on July 30, 2014

It’s been a fairly productive almost-year since my last visit to this site… took time almost every day for reflection and writing, have now completed two poetry collections with working titles “Joy Landing” and “Mucky Garden”. Seem to be writing about 15 – 20 poems a month, even though this site has been silent. While many of them may not qualify as good poems, I am grateful for their arising and the way that I learn from them, and work things out in the writing of them.