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Portal

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 15, 2026| 12 Comments »


 
 
Not only the golden yellow belly
of the evening grosbeak as he bobs
below the feeder; not only 
the rich purple flash of the black-chinned
hummingbird charging the air with iridescence;
it could, in fact, be any gray-winged thing, 
even, for instance, a cricket, common as grass,
prehistoric and segmented in its armor, yes,
it could be anything—ant hill, moth dust, 
soft moss, ginger—anything at all
that makes you, for a moment, pause 
to take in the miracle of what is here, and
the attendant miracle that you are here, too,
as witness, and in this pleat of a pause,
you might find yourself stunned with a gratefulness
you could never hope to name, a thanksgiving
beyond the syllables of prayer, a throbbing
thanksgiving for the utter marvel of this life 
that none of us did anything at all to deserve, 
yes, gratefulness for the pausing itself, 
that portal through which we travel 
to find everything, everything is holy,
even the pill bug, even the tick,
even the one who cannot stop stuttering 
thank you, thank you, thank you. 

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The Art of Changing Metaphor TEDx

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on April 17, 2016| 12 Comments »

Hi friends,

My TEDx talk on The Art of Changing Metaphors has finally come out on youtube! The premise: Our thoughts are made of frames, many of them unconscious. Identify them and change them, and you can change the way you engage with the world.

I hope you enjoy watching it! Let me know if you try it … and what might happen!

The Art of Metaphor: Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer TEDx24401784413_60193d7757_z

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Nine Reframings

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 14, 2013| 1 Comment »

a chest
full of flowers—
open me

*

my thumb hurts, I say,
my dad’s favorite fix—drop
a rock on your foot

*

only a sip
and already I’m drunk—
desert after rain

*

my knee hurts, I say
and the world
breaks my heart

*

puddle, puddle,
puddle, puddle, puddle,
tear

*

why so serious
says the leaf
already gold

*

such a blessing
to be thirsty in a season
of rain

*

my heart hurts, I say,
and the old poet says
live by breaking

*

using a thread
to climb to heaven, the angels
toss me a rope

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