A Friday poem

Dwarf quince in bloom

I have landed in the middle of myself,
refusing to peer down from behind my pointed finger.
My palms rest open, relaxed, at my side.

The noisy day enters and my finger longs
to indicate the problem
but I tell it, no,
you are no longer welcome to point
from your high tower.
Come down and look.

The eyes of the heart are like flowers, like stars.
They reflect the farthest light.
They notice what is destined to grow brighter
in the darkest room,
the coldest smile,
the one who looks away.

Tanya Coburn

over the phone

Over my outdated corded landline, my dear friend, Berta read me a poem she translated from German. We are keeping distant as she’s 96 and can suffer from weakness in her lungs. I can’t recall the exact words but it was a series of reminders repeated over and over. They were paradoxes. Never forget our uniqueness AND what we share; our isolation AND our connection.

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maybe you'd like to know about the GAIA initiative

Perhaps you already know about this initiative through the Presencing Institute. The acronym stands for Global Activation of Intention and Action. I’ve taken their wonderful mooc, u.lab, several times since 2015.

Image from the Presencing Institute

You can read about the background to this initiative in Otto Scharmer’s excellent analysis of the Covid-19 crisis at this link.

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receiving support

tree with support Kenrokuen Gillian.jpg

These images of trees being supported in their growth moved me. Posted by a friend who leads creative tours to Japan, the attentive gardening practices in use touched me deeply.  It takes a sensitive gardener to offer the support that’s required.

It was particularly the notion of receiving support which evoked a tender feeling within me. The desire for support has been particularly insistent lately, yet the longing to find a healthy and helpful form of peer support has been present for years. Reading of enviable practices in the book, Presence, a decade or so ago, I have been involved in support groups of various kinds. They have all been helpful but somehow I still didn’t feel the kind of ‘supportedness’ I longed for.

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