The Hungers that Circle Satisfies

Rangineh and I recently talked through a few Circle stories. Some of the places and spaces that we’ve been hosting Circle. Rangineh talks local government and highly relational initiatives that often aren’t so relational in leadership. I talk corporate and the inherent hunger that people have for wisdom and intelligence together. Together we connect the desires and needs that so many have — for authenticity and more connected ways of being.

The video is here, posted on The Circle Way website. It also comes with transcript. The website continues to curate many resources on Circle — snoop around.

Join us October 23-26, 2024 in Salt Lake City for A Circle Way Intensive. We’ll continue the conversation there. And the learning. And the practice. And the celebrating.

People That Bridge Us

Bridge, Utah, Love Poem, Love Found, Love Bridged

I love this image near where I live. It is the distant rusted bridge over a creek. As seen from the up close concrete bridge under a road. That captures me. Got me thinking. And writing.

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People That Bridge Us

There are people that bridge us,
that transport us, 
from that to this.

Ones that wake near,
eyes slow to open,
yet with grinning first smile,
light the hearth path whole.

There are people that bridge us,
that travel with us, 
from there to here.

Ones that companion the days,
caring for the ordinaries,
yet with delighting anticipation,
celebrate the magic extraordinary.

There are people that bridge us,
that traverse with us, 
from lost to loved.

Ones that insist bloom,
sturdy amongst steady winds,
yet with Day Lilly softness,
whisper the home long sought.

From the Elders of the Hopi Nation

It’s a simple piece. Often quoted. To guide meaning-making and presence-practicing.

I’m reading it today from within my friend Meg’s book, Perseverance.

“Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore.
Push off into the middle of the river,
and keep our heads above water.”

Indeed.

It speaks that reminder that I so often appreciate. Not only do we live life, life lives us. There is some surrender in that.

How freeing.

And on it goes.