Tree of Life

 Conspire practice with words and images, 11/4/18

Conspire practice with words and images, 11/4/18

Today in Conspire class we practiced by choosing words and images reflecting on peace and comfort. Here is the poem that came from my practice.

Tree of Life

The woods is my home
because the trees know me.
People don’t.
Layers live between us.

Even through the fog,
the bark, the limbs, and the leaves
know me.

The air we share
is pure and free
from who I was and
who I want to be.

When I cannot stand
to live another day
misunderstood,

I have to flee,
to a wood of trees
and sit and commune with
one who knows me.

Only then, am I
truly free.

I am a writer of sparks

 smoke and ash - digitally enhanced morning pages in acrylic BSP 11/4/18

smoke and ash - digitally enhanced morning pages in acrylic BSP 11/4/18

I am writer of sparks, grace, love, connection, hope, resilience, inspiration.

If you read the language of my heart, you find devastation, despair, depression, disappointment, disgust, disapproval, disbelief,

detangling, dismissing, disempowering
setting on fire and burning
diminishing to ash by

sparks of grace
sparks of love
sparks of connection
sparks of hope
sparks of resilience
sparks of inspiration

an overwhelming bonfire of love, light, and unity

hidden in an atmosphere of smoke and ash.

(a quick write from a training yesterday with WITS. I am a writer of….. If you read the language of my heart…..)

Practicing Equilibrium

 Release, 12"x16" acrylic on canvas

Release, 12"x16" acrylic on canvas

This week in Conspire class we centered around John O’Donohue’s Poem The Equilibrium, from his book, To Bless the Space Between Us. I offered the questions at the bottom for us to consider and reflect together at the end our meeting. We meet on Sundays from 11:05a to 12:00p in room J-203 in the Jones Education Building on the campus of St. Paul’s United Methodist Church. Our circle is open and ongoing.

The Equilibrium

Like the joy of the sea coming to the shore,
May the release of laughter rinse through your soul.

As the wind loves to call things to dance,
May your gravity be lightened by grace.

Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth,
May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what you said,
May your sense of irony bring perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,
May your mind stay clear of all it names.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough,
To hear in the depths the laughter of God.

 

Which lines stand out to you the most?

Does this piece or certain lines bring up a hope for peace around a certain situation or a pattern in your life?

Can you imagine being able to bring peace and balance to something that you worry about or wish to heal?

Pick one pair of lines to focus on and read them over and over as you long for a lightness, fluidity, release with reverence, respect, or maybe even light hearted laughter. 

Resist the urge to know how to resolve an issue. Stay with the intent of the blessing without needing to know how to fix the situation.

play and purpose, poetry and painting

sailon.jpg

Toes in rabbit holes,
solid ground under heels.

Lost in rhythms of strokes,
tinted sloshing wave peaks.

Wrestling edges where
shadows meet vibrant light.

Moist roots, lashes touch,
in mystery of night.

Tangled release reveals
forms, shapes, and matter.

What could come to exist
that already hasn’t?

What is mine to wrestle?
What is mine to release?

What is life without product or impact,
the cost of my peace?

The question rhetorical,
drama, vague, and abstract.

The song of my heart
vivid, alive, and concrete.