Oh, January
Always so full of promise
Re-dos
Resolutions
“This year…”
But now I know
I’m just here
to be present.
To receive.
To listen with my heart & soul.
I could vow to “do better.”
I could vow to change…somehow.
But what I really need
is just to be me.
#66Challenge
This poem poured out of me first thing today. It is a revisit of several others I've written for this project.
Cut brambles long enough
sprout after sprout
#108Weeks
February 20-26, 2022
I wrote something on the 20th that permeated most of my week, so I thought that instead of parsing out 7 lines, I would include the entire thought here. Once again I recenter myself into what is important, and it is driving us forward.
I am a teacher.
I do what is best for my learners as we build the future.
I show up every day and work smart to help them grow.
I do not have a narrow vision of what I do or who I am.
I have power and I have a place to stand strong.
I have freedom and I won't forget that again.
I have made the right choices and will continue to do so, for the learner in front of me.
I pour myself into what I do, heart and soul.
I am not complaining and I am not quitting.
I am a teacher.
A professional.
I decide what's best.
#108Weeks
December 19-25, 2021
I've been revising my reading goals for 2022, and liking the direction.
I came face-to-face with the fact that I need a major mental adjustment.
Atomic Habits by James Clear is helping me make small changes to get my physical strength back in a manageable way.
On Solstice Day I wrote this: I commit more fully to the life I know I can live. I commit more fully to vulnerability, innovation, creation, and joy. I commit more fully to cultivating my heart, leading with my heart, shining light from my heart. And I seriously commit to not blaming others or myself for what is. I welcome it all -- every ugly and beautiful moment, encounter, and feeling -- as TEACHER.
I must continue to look at each moment with love and faith and joy. I'm calling it WILD JOY.
Progress, not perfection.
Have faith and be the change!
Written 12-21-21
I am finding inspiration and motivation from every direction.
A few days ago I realized I was ready to move on from the place I've been, which has been rather stuck. I knew this was coming, but I did not have a vision.
Today the vision began to form.
First, with Atomic Habits by James Clear. I'm thinking What kind of person do I want to be? And What habits will get me there?
This motivated me to get on my exercise bike, and I put on a podcast from Michael Meade called "The Cultivated Heart: In Loving Memory of Robert Bly." I have met both of these men before, and Robert passed a month ago today. In the podcast, Michael focused a lot on writings Robert did for a poetry anthology they worked on together called The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart. It has always been one of my favorite collections.
What was helpful to me is that the topic of cultivating our hearts caused Michael to focus on a few specific poems, two of which really spoke to me.
I think I will also take a moment to mention why I knew I was stuck, even as I knew it was time to move on. First, I had a meeting with some friends where I found myself blaming a lot of others for things I'm encountering. This left me emotionally reeling for at least 12 hours, and was not a pleasant experience.
Second, I met a friend for lunch and a Broadway show, only to find myself surprised that she brought me Christmas presents. Why I was surprised baffled me. We always exchange gifts. How is it that I have not even given it ONE thought these last few weeks when I knew we had this event coming up? My only answer is that I have become ridiculously insular and selfishly focused that even things that should be evident go right past me. Not a good feeling. I blamed myself deeply for the neglect of this important exchange.
Another thing I encountered recently that brought me up short was revisiting other blog posts from Decembers of previous years. It is there I found something I wrote on December 9, 2017 called "On Questions and Contradictions." In this post I discovered that much of what I keep complaining about now are the exact same things that were happening then. Have I not even figured out how to do better?
In the blog, I referred to the poem "The Sunflowers" by Mary Oliver, in which she suggests we ask sunflowers questions:
Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy
but want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young –
the important weather,
the wandering crows.
Don’t be afraid
to ask them questions!
Their bright faces,
which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds –
each one a new life!
I then proceeded to ask myself a lot of questions, many I still have today. Things like...How do I get through to my students? Why do I go through this every year? What will make real change?
And most importantly, Why can't I be you, Sunflower?
Coming upon this blog post was unforgettable in this current quest. Leave it to Michael Meade to pick up the pieces for me when he read this poem:
This poem connected everything together -- all my tears, my grief, my vulnerability, my blaming of others, and a good comeuppance on how wrong my view can be. This is about seeds being cultivated. It has been too easy to tighten up and not let that seed explode into something wonderful. After all, everything real in life is about breaking open to the moment. Without it, there is no creativity, no innovation.
Michael goes on to explain:
[We must live] with immediacy of the soul, that rare sense that the next moment can break open. And that we must...marry it, step into it, and become ourselves in that moment of opening and awaking. If we fail to do that we have not fully participated in the world.
It is obvious I have to do that which is really difficult for me -- truly open up, live more fully, love more actively. I have been saying this for years, and I think I'm doing it, but recent events have found my fault lines. And recent events have also taught me I have no time to waste. I look ahead and I see an end line. This is a new feeling, and one I must reckon with.
But Michael wasn't done. Then he introduced this poem, which gave me further marching orders!
To Be a Slave of Intensity (Kabir, trans. by Robert Bly)
Friend, hope for the guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think...and think...while you are alive.
What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death.
If you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do you think
ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
Just because the body is rotten -
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!
Kabir says this: When the guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
JUMP INTO EXPERIENCE WHILE YOU ARE ALIVE.
BREAK THE ROPES.
I simply LOVE that!
"So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is, Believe in the Great Sound"
Welcome it all--joy and sorrow. Don't ignore any of it. ENGAGE!
So the answer to Why can't I be you, Sunflower?
is
I AM. I just don't activate it.
*
I'm not quite done, even though that seems like quite a lot.
For the first time in a long time I pulled a Rune stone. And the word was perfect, of course: FAITH.
This is already a word I have embraced during the journey over these past few months. I discovered it when I did the 33 Question Cards to find my word. When the Rune divination said the same, well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
And I still needed these words:
Faith encourages us to believe that we can make a difference -- in ourselves and in the world.
And so, on this auspicious solstice day of 12-21-21, I commit more fully to the life I know I need to live. I commit more fully to vulnerability, innovation, creation, and joy. I commit more fully to cultivating my heart, leading with my heart, shining light from my heart. And I seriously commit to not blaming others or myself for what is. I welcome it all--every ugly or beautiful moment, encounter, or feeling-- as TEACHER.
I needed to identify the turning point, and this has been it.
11:05 am 12/21/2021
#66Challenge
Today a new angle on the Sun Bu-er poem emerged when I read this line from Robert Bly:
The evening arrives; we look up and it is there.
Cut brambles long enough
Sprout after sprout
There is this and this and this
And the lotus will bloom
Of it's own accord:
Ask the right questions
Frame it in a new way
Already waiting in the clearing
Pay attention to the obvious
The single image of light
It becomes self-evident
The day you see this,
That day you will become it
The spotlight shines on the image that matters --
Saying "Look Here"
#66Challenge
A few weeks ago I was inspired to write based on an ancient poem by Sun Bu-er. That post was #8 The Heart is a Gateway.
I read this poem every day, and have for years, so imagine my delight when I finally start understanding how to apply it to my life. It happened again today.
As last time, the bold parts are the poem, the italicized parts are mine.
#66Challenge
I wrote this on Sunday, October 17 after reading an ancient poem by Sun Bu-er, which I read every day, but on this day I felt like I received messages as I read. By the end of the week, I would have a better understanding of why.
The bold print is Sun's poem. The italicized is mine.
Cut brambles long enough
I'm getting to the core of things
looking for the new growth
cutting away that which
does not nourish
Sprout after sprout
Each learner a reader in their own right
How do I assist this growth?
And the lotus will bloom
All good things take time and nurturing
Of its own accord:
Whose day is it for a breakthrough?
Could be me
Already waiting in the clearing
It is happening, it has happened
I must bear witness
The single image of light
Be present. Notice. Celebrate.
The day you see this
That will be the day you become it
Everything is becoming
if the environment is set
Get out of the way
Give room for growth
Be true to the reader you are
Be true to the cause of books
Have faith in your vision
Bring awareness
Bites of learning and
times of building stamina
Keep the light shining
on the power of language
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