Tag: Poetry
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when you begin to feel again
when you begin to feel again when you begin to feel againWhen life is overwhelming,our wise bodies sometimes takean overdue breakand our obedient hearts and mindsfollow suit.Maybe it feels like fatigueor illnessor depressionor apathy.Everythingjustshutsdown.It all felt like too much,and it was.You were never meantto carry so much alone.And then, some time,there’s a little crack.Maybe it…
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feast: blessed are those who hunger
on longing & liminal space: a reflection, a poem, & a blessing “What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore—And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over—like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?” —“Harlem” by…
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unfiltered: dropping the inner commentary
“Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. …Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you…
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the invitation of our overwhelm: empathetic witnessing
a reflection, a poem, and a practice “Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.” ―Peter A. Levine Content warning: depression, pregnancy loss, anxiety, grief For much of my life, my sensitivity has felt like moving through an ultra-bright, sunlit world without sunglasses. When…
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autumn sage in spring
I needed to give my body some time to be with beauty amidst the horrors, so I stepped out into my backyard to feel my feet on the ground and to see what I could see. autumn sage in springby Lindsay L. O’ConnorThe autumn sage is blooming in spring, which leads me to believe she’s…
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portable silence: tethering to goodness
“…silence is above all a quality of the heart that can stay with us even in our conversations with others. It is a portable cell that we carry with us wherever we go. From it we speak to those in need and to it we return after our words have borne fruit.”—The Way of the…
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this is why it hurts
on belonging, fragmentation, and integration: a pondering, a poem, & a practice “If contemplation is about penetrating illusion and touching reality, why do we commiserate with others when they tell us about an experience that’s ‘disillusioned’ them? ‘Oh, I’m so sorry,’ we’ll say. ‘Please, let me comfort you.’ Surely it would be better to say,…
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living the questions
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot now be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the…