"Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens."


Carl Jung

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  • salt.
    salt.
  • A Wolf Called Romeo
    A Wolf Called Romeo
  • Winter World: The Ingenuity of Animal Survival
    Winter World: The Ingenuity of Animal Survival
  • The Wonder of Birds: What They Tell Us About Ourselves, the World, and a Better Future
    The Wonder of Birds: What They Tell Us About Ourselves, the World, and a Better Future
Saturday
Oct072017

October

 

1

There’s this shape, black as the entrance to a cave.
A longing wells up in its throat
like a blossom
as it breathes slowly.

What does the world
mean to you if you can’t trust it
to go on shining when you’re

not there? and there’s
a tree, long-fallen; once
the bees flew to it, like a procession
of messengers, and filled it
with honey.

2

I said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the
green pine tree:

little dazzler
little song,
little mouthful.

3

The shape climbs up out of the curled grass. It
grunts into view. There is no measure
for the confidence at the bottom of its eyes—
there is no telling
the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns
and yawns.
Near the fallen tree
something—a leaf snapped loose
from the branch and fluttering down—tries to pull me
into its trap of attention.

4

It pulls me
into its trap of attention.

And when I turn again, the bear is gone.

5

Look, hasn’t my body already felt
like the body of a flower?

6

Look, I want to love this world
as thought it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.

7

Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not
the flowers, not the blackberries
brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink
from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees;
I won’t whisper my own name.

One morning
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn’t see me—and I thought:

so this is the world.
I’m not in it.
It is beautiful.

(Mary Oliver)

Friday
Sep222017

Haiku to Autumn

 

autumn equinox
the days will become shorter
but barred owls rejoice
Thursday
Sep212017

Meaning Making: Inspired By Poetry

 

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

The multi-talented Carla Sonheim is currently offering a most wonderful class called "Meaning Making", taught by one of the most engaging artist/teachers I have had the pleasure of learning from, Lendon Noe.

The class incorporates mark making together with poetry, which is so perfect for a person such as myself that has read (and written) poetry for most of their life. A perfect pairing!

I find that taking online classes keeps my creative spark alive and there is nothing quite as enjoyable to me as learning new techniques and expanding my artistic (and art supply) horizons. I remain forever grateful to the many artists that continue to inspire and delight me daily with their unique and varied talents. That holds true for writers too. Words hold so much power- and in this age of unrest and so much uncertainty, they can offer solace and comfort in a real healing way.

As the first exercise suggests: "Dare to say what apple really is."  (R.M. Rilke).  There is so much beauty and wonder to be found in the ordinary.