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How to Meet Envy: Emerging Form Podcast

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How to meet envy–the Emerging Form Podcast

Envy is not a popular emotion, but oh, it has so much to teach us. Friends, I invite you to join me and my co-host science writer Christie Aschwanden as we explore a sensitive topic with one of America’s most beloved writers, Cheryl Strayed (Wild, Tiny Beautiful Things). Emerging Form is, specifically, a podcast on creative process, and in this episode we speak about abundance, about how we help each other rise when we rise, about projection and about how envy invites us to lean ever more deeply into our own creative goals and desires, to become more intimate with our aspirations and to push ourselves toward our best. Here’s the link … and I hope you listen to our other podcasts, too … they are free, though we certainly do value our paid subscribers, who get special bonus episodes, too. 

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Motherhood

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on April 30, 2021| 1 Comment »


            —with thanks to the wise Rebecca Mullen
 
 
Today, again, I praise the beaver
who spends her life building,
rebuilding, rebuilding
her lodge where her young will live.
With small sticks and big sticks
and tall solid trunks,
with logs and rocks and mud,
with her teeth she builds a home,
builds it on moving water.
 
Because rain, because snow,
because warm, because cold,
because flow, because flow, because flow,
her home is forever in need of repair.
 
And so on a day when a surprise storm
has flooded the stream
and washed much of my lodge away,
I honor the beaver,
stalwart, resilient, habitual.
I notice the longing to move to land,
then I gather new sticks of courage.
Stones of forgiveness.
Logs of compassion
and the deep sticky mud of love.
I wade to the middle
of the current.
I, like all the other mothers,
I build this home again.

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One Divining

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using words
as dowsing rods—
there, the current inside

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Red Rover, Red Rover

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on April 27, 2021| 2 Comments »


 
 
The only rule:
keep the chain intact.
I didn’t know
in the grade school gym
it was a way to practice
meeting all that would try
to break us apart,
practice being bombarded,
practice calling in our fear.
Red Rover, Red Rover
let sickness come over.
Once it felt like a game.
Now—oh friend.
Hold on to my wrist.
I’ll hold on to yours.

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One Hunger

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whir of the first hummingbird—
it’s come so far
for sweetness

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Incentive

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on April 26, 2021| Leave a Comment »


 
 
The beaver, gifted
with iron-strong teeth,
must use them to chew
on wood or the teeth will grow
and grow—up to four feet a year—
until the beaver can no longer
use its mouth.
 
Think of the gifts
alive and growing in you.
What will you chew on today?

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Soul Writers Circle***SEASON 2 (JUNE-NOV)

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Get in on this amazing experience, Soul Writers Circle! We open for enrollment for SEASON 2 (June-Nov) on April 6, 2021

Writing and meditation are both, in many ways, solitary acts that involve deep listening and a far-reaching willingness to show up. And when we practice mindfulness and writing together—oh, the possibilities for inspiration, connection, and heart-awakening conversation.

Join psychotherapist/mindfulness teacher/yoga instructor Augusta Kantra and poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer in a monthly online community practice in which we build a community that supports each other as we explore together, through silence and language, what does it mean to be alive? But as Ramana Maharshi says, The purpose of asking who am I is not to arrive at an answer but to dissolve the questioner.

Rosemerry’s and Augusta have created a connected, bonded circle of people that explore and discover together, thus they have designed this program as a six-month commitment. It is the commitment we all share that supports this vision. We understand that unforeseen circumstances sometimes arise, but barring that, we ask everyone to do their best to be at each meeting.

For exact dates, prices and more info, visit here.

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Allium

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on April 25, 2021| 2 Comments »


 
While I did not fix
the thing I most
wish to fix, and I
did not do
the most important
thing on my list,
and I did not save
anyone, and I did
not solve the world’s
problems, I did
plant the onion sets
in the garden,
pressed my fingers
into the dry earth,
knew myself as
a thin dry start.
Oh patience, good
self. This slow
and quiet growing,
this, too, is
what you are
here to do.
 

published in ONE ART: A journal of poetry
 

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Missing My Dad

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on April 24, 2021| 2 Comments »

I hate riding in boats,
the way it makes
my body want to turn
inside out, hate the way
my body rocks for hours
after I’m back on land.
But I love the way
my father’s hands
rest on the wheel,
the way his eyes
scan the waves,
the easy slope
of his shoulders.
He’s so himself,
so whole, so someone
who I’m glad to know.
Standing on shore,
I wave at his boat,
as he points it
toward the deep.
He waves back
and smiles
with great love.
There are many
kinds of oceans—
time is one.
I hate the distances
we keep.

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Turning to Physics

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on April 23, 2021| 2 Comments »




An electrical current
knows nothing of the path
it will take. It goes on all paths,
but flows best toward
where it flows best.

It sounds so simple,
and yet the electrons of this body,
charged with my beliefs,
defy nature and rush toward resistance.

How often I try to fight myself.
How often I battle my own current,
the current of the world—
it’s like wading through honey instead of water,
this thinking I know best.

Sometimes, I see how my own resistance
is nothing but a part of the path.
In that moment, I flow toward where I flow best.
In that moment I am copper, ductile, tough,
In that moment, I am so alive with it, the buzz.

published in ONE ART: A journal of poetry

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