POET — COACH — GROUP PROCESS FACILITATOR
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I love the way
a horizon calls out yearning for what is distant
to live in present moment.
I love the way
a silhouette invokes imagination for what lives
in front of details.
I love the way
a sunrise brushes it all together.
Let us share stories of what we love.
Of horizons that wake us.
Of silhouettes that simplify.
Let us find brushing together.
This Morning Glory, vining its way among Lavender, compels me. Beauty and vibrancy have a way of compelling.
Questions also compel me, for the way that they vine among people. Questions give us shared domain. And beauty. And vibrancy.
Questions that invite sense-making are never out of place. What is going on? What is happening?
It’s true that some layers of attention don’t change. In the most general terms, the sun rises each day — it’s the same.
Yet nuance is what many of us are learning again. The deep nuances that live within our changing selves, and among the people with whom we work, live, play, learn, love, and lose.
At many others layers of attention, everything changes and is in perpetual becoming. The sun rising today nuances to many many layers of uniqueness.
I am a human being that wonders. That might be one of my most defining qualities. I wonder about things connected. I wonder about attentiveness. I wonder about what evolves and what emerges. In this way, every life is a rich and thick garden. Every moment with a team is invitation to learn kindness with “what is” and with “what is changing.”
It is never out of place to live curious about what is happening. It is never out of place to reclaim ability to pay attention to what is obvious, what is murky, what is simple, and what is perplexing. It’s never out of place to pay attention to paying attention.
This morning I wrote these lines, in the spirt of such wonder, from my poetic heart.
For inspiration, and for invitation with others.
What now
in this great, great journey?
What now
that is slow, steady?
What now
that is quickened, changed?
What now
in this great, great unfurling?
Perhaps, just one now.
And then another.
Perhaps the journey
knows itself to unfurl.
There are times when the simple appears.
As blessing.
As clarity.
A pond, speckled with lily pads and scurrying frogs.
A reminder, from teachers near and far.
A shared home, nestled in woods.
A chair, invitation to commune with deeper self.
A path, that brings joy to steps ahead and behind.
There are times when the simple appears.
And beauty guides.
And joy is enough.
What a treat
to remember stillness.
What a treat
to remember and create balance.
What a treat
to remember path of old friendship, pointed to new.
What a treat
to refresh in these ways.