Wednesday 17 December 2014
The Lightest Touch by David Whyte
THE LIGHTEST TOUCH
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus deep inside
even the laziest,
most deathly afraid part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
- David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You and River Flow: New & Selected Poems ©2003 Many Rivers Press
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| Artwork of unkown Artist |
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus deep inside
even the laziest,
most deathly afraid part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
- David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You and River Flow: New & Selected Poems ©2003 Many Rivers Press
Wednesday 10 December 2014
Sunday 7 December 2014
Tuesday 2 December 2014
"The spirit that moves me" by Patricia Monaghan
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| Photo by Lee Jeffries |
"When winter comes to a woman's soul, she withdraws into her inner self, her deepest spaces. She refuses all connection, refutes all arguments that she should engage in the world. She may say she is resting, but she is more than resting: She is creating a new universe within herself, examining and breaking old patterns, destroying what should not be revived, feeding in secret what needs to thrive.
Winter women are those who bring into the next cycle what should be saved. They are the deep conservators of knowledge and power. Not for nothing did ancient peoples honour the grandmother. In her calm deliberateness, she winters over our truth, she freezes out false-heartedness.
Look into her eyes, this winter woman. In their gray spaciousness you can see the future. Look out of your own winter eyes. You too can see the future."
Winter women are those who bring into the next cycle what should be saved. They are the deep conservators of knowledge and power. Not for nothing did ancient peoples honour the grandmother. In her calm deliberateness, she winters over our truth, she freezes out false-heartedness.
Look into her eyes, this winter woman. In their gray spaciousness you can see the future. Look out of your own winter eyes. You too can see the future."
Monday 1 December 2014
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
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| Artwork of unkown Artist |
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
Weaver © Célia Paulo
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| Artist Unknown |
To want
To desire it
To be able to achieve
it
To believe.
To believe
To be able to
To attract what one
wants
From the web of life.
One can make it so
Only one can.
As a woman
To know where it all
starts
Never leaving the heart
Which is where
All is woven into
being.
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