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“What if the world is holding its breath – 
waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?”
David Whyte

Why, in the middle of your busy life, would you pause to read poetry?

Because good poetry points us to what truly matters, which is why I use poetry so much in my work.  A good poem offers sanctuary, reminding us of the necessity, power and beauty of contemplation.  In a world hell-bent on filling space with activity and silence with noise, this is a subversive act.  So slow down, digest a poem, let it take you by the hand.  Allow yourself be touched, even changed.  Indeed, poetry has been know to save lives.  Nuff said.  Onward!

Image: Paul Cezanne, Still life, pitcher and fruit

August 2019 ~ The Way Of Love


In body, heart, mind – may the great unclenching commence.

The Way of Love

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.

By Jalāl ad-Dīn Rumi (1207 – 1273) from The Essential Rumi
Translation by Coleman Barks

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July 2019 ~ First Light


This poetic medicine will do you good.  It contains absolutely no harmful side effects.
Take any time of day or night.  Use if you want to remember what matters.

First Light
In the first light
I remember who rewards me for living,
not bosses
but singing birds and blue sky.

I know I can bathe and stretch,
make jewelry and love
the witch and wise woman
living inside, needing to be silenced
and put at rest for work’s long day.

In the first light
I offer cornmeal
and tobacco.
I say hello to those who came before me,
and to birds
under the eaves,
and budding plants.

I know the old ones are here
and every morning I remember the song
about how buffalo left through a hole in the sky
and how the grandmothers look out from those holes watching over us
from there and from there.

Linda Hogan, from Savings
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.

Hogan is a member of the Chickasaw Nation.  Learn more:  http://www.lindahoganwriter.com

Reflection:  What do you remember in First Light?  What happens when you begin the day remembering; what happens when you don’t?

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June 2019 ~ For Lucky, In Memoriam

For Lucky, In Memoriam
August 2003 – May 19, 2019

When finally
she surrendered
all effort to fathom
appearance
and disappearance,
to understand how
one loves
what cannot last –
her heart rolled
as a child at play
in newly mown grass,
rolled and rolled upon
a sea of fragrant petals,
sweet with the scent
of peonies.

By Krayna Castelbaum

* Lucky, my Canine Muse and Beloved Friend for 15 years and three months, taught me the true nature of devotion, freedom and love.  Those gifts continue and my gratitude is inestimable.

Reflection:
Bring to mind a beloved who has passed on.  While the body no longer appears to you in the physical sense, have the gifts and the love you shared been removed from you?  What are the gifts you’ve been given and how do you honor them?

 

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Lucky’s Corner

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Here’s a tasty morsel of poetic medicine from Lucky.
Down the hatch!

“Be a songbird,
not a parrot.”

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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