There’s a particular mood to Kazuo Ishiguro’s novels. Beginning a new one is like entering a familiar building, a restrained building like the Baillieu library at Melbourne University with its fragrance of old books, its gentle lighting, its quietness. There are definite limits, an interiority. Through the first person narrative of one of Ishiguro’s characters, you peer at the outer world from your narrowed perspective with a penetrating gaze but with a consequent failure to see some of the most significant elements threatening you.Continue reading “book review: Klara and the sun”
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.
Over my outdated corded landline, my dear friend, Berta read me a poem she translated from German.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.Continue reading “over the phone”
We can’t say now,
‘No, we didn’t know…’
We can’t say,
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
We can’t tell ourselves,
‘I’m not good or strong or wise enough.’
hard to sense
beyond these walls
seeded by a tiny dragon
threatens a global community
united but carefully separated
so we may not unwittingly
shed the viral nuclei
an uncaught sneeze
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.
You can read about the background to this initiative in Otto Scharmer’s excellent analysis of the Covid-19 crisis at this link.Continue reading “maybe you'd like to know about the GAIA initiative”
In singing high notes we are told, ‘To reach higher, you need to sense the depths’. We also need to be prepared to encounter all kinds of darkness, difficulty and challenge, to express what we lament or regret, as a source for our deep desires to reach upwards and outwards. Continue reading “deepening towards the heights”