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Between

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 31, 2020| 4 Comments »

with thanks to Rebecca Mullen for showing me the doors

And if a door closes

before another opens,

well, sometimes in the hall

between those doors

I find the precarious beauty

that can only be met

when I am not quite safe,

not quite certain, not quite

a self, and yet wholly here.

I’m talking deep field beauty—

a liminal beauty that refuses

to be named.

This is what it’s like

to learn to trust—

to live with one arm forward,

one arm back and feel

marvelously stretched,

the heart perilously opened,

like a sunrise, like a wing.

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SECOND SECTION! Risking Everything: A poetry discussion series on Love & Revelation

Posted in Uncategorized on August 31, 2020| Leave a Comment »

TUESDAY CLASSES ARE FULL–THIS IS A SECOND SECTION OFFERED ON WEDNESDAYS!

“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

—Mary Oliver

Perhaps your heart and mind would like a little nudge toward opening? Perhaps you’d enjoy conversations that help us deeply connect with others and the world around us? Join poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for this five-week poetry discussion series using Risking Everything: 110 Poems of Love and Revelation. Featuring contemporary American poets and international masters, the collection edited by Roger Housden helps us “relinquish our grip on ideas and opinions that confine us, and instead, risk moving forward into the life that is truly ours.” No previous poetry experience or affinity necessary. WEDNESDAYS, September 9-October 7. 3-5 p.m. MDT. $140. Book included.

This event is hosted by SHYFT at Mile High whose mission is to provide all people, regardless of ability to pay, with classes and programs proven to reduce stress, heal trauma, and create connection.

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One Golden Moment

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 30, 2020| Leave a Comment »

walking toward the rainbow—

shocked to arrive

in my own life

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Risking Everything: A 5-week Poetry Discussion Series on Love & Revelation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 30, 2020| 5 Comments »

“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

—Mary Oliver

Perhaps your heart and mind would like a little nudge toward opening? Perhaps you’d enjoy conversations that help us deeply connect with others and the world around us? Join poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for this five-week poetry discussion series using Risking Everything: 110 Poems of Love and Revelation. Featuring contemporary American poets and international masters, the collection edited by Roger Housden helps us “relinquish our grip on ideas and opinions that confine us, and instead, risk moving forward into the life that is truly ours.” No previous poetry experience or affinity necessary. Tuesdays, September 8-October 6. 3-5 p.m. MDT. $140. Book included.

This event is hosted bySHYFT at Mile High whose mission is to provide all people, regardless of ability to pay, with classes and programs proven to reduce stress, heal trauma, and create connection.

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REGISTRATION LINKRegister in advance for this meeting:
https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZwvc–hrT8uEt1Q2oxW-AIvz5d5t-XGhUN9 

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You Belong Here

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on August 29, 2020| 8 Comments »

            for SRB

You belong here—

here in the world

of wonder and fear,

of Zumba and street fights,

of pink hats and protests.

You belong here

with your questions,

your anger, your trust,

your voluptuous cursive,

your stubborn tears,

you belong here.

With your fine darkness,

your involuntary shine,

your shuttered faith

and your reckless love,

your uncertainty,

you belong here—

in the alleys, the rooms,

in the meadows, the halls,

in the sacred cathedral

of your body.

Whether or not

you asked to be here,

whether or not

you feel wanted here

here is where you belong.

It is for you the moment arrives,

wondering what comes next.

It is for you the next breath

finds your body and fills you,

it’s for you, this day, you

right here where you belong.

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One Silencing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 28, 2020| Leave a Comment »

unsure what to say—

letting the blank page

write on me

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Today It Occurs to Me

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on August 27, 2020| 2 Comments »

Not all journeys require leaving the house.

  Just this morning, I followed the hummingbird

    as it circled the feeder, then flew to the flowerbed

      and slipped its long beak into red nasturtiums.

And last night I wandered the garden rows,

  pulling long carrots and thick round beets,

    attending to the slow journey of ripening.

And all summer I follow the thin trail of loss,

  how it leads me from one sorrow to another

    my heart breaking open and then more open

      then impossibly more open.

And all this sheltered summer, I navigate moments of beauty—

  when I laugh at dinner until I fall off my chair,

    mornings when the river runs startlingly clear,

      the blue of larkspur, double rainbow over the drive,

        the tender silence inside the shouting—

          follow these moments like cairns in the wilderness,

            that lead always to exactly where I am.

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One Exhaustion

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 26, 2020| Leave a Comment »

running and running

but the finish line keeps moving

until at last

the wise voice asks

are you sure this is a race?

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Progress

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 25, 2020| 4 Comments »

Perhaps I am more like the earthworm

  than I thought—

    one part of me anchored in place

      while the rest of me moves forward.

    Every time I go, I also stay.

  Every time I reach ahead, part of me holds on.

Over and over, I pull myself along.

  What looks like progress is slow.

    No path except the one I make

      by letting the world move through me.

    In order to proceed, I make of myself a wave.

  In order to proceed, I must let go.

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Wanting to Get It Right

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 24, 2020| 2 Comments »

Who is this woman so concerned with arrivals?

Doesn’t she know we are writing about paths?

What is her rush to get to the meadow?

What does she think she will find there?

She missed the sunflowers in the garden,

a whole row of luscious bright yellow bloom.

She missed the chatter of the chipmunk,

the hot scent of rabbit brush almost like sage,

the mica glistening like crushed starlight beneath her feet.

She is like one of those trucks on the highway,

a blur, a roar, an impersonal thundering.

Oh, see, now that she thinks she’s arrived somewhere,

now she starts noticing the field,

the crunch of dry grass, the dirt, her own short shadow.

Funny, she looks lost, standing there with her pen and paper,

her longing to find something worthwhile to say.

Should we tell her it’s okay,

that the lack of arrival could be her new point A?

And everywhere she looks, a new path.

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