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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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![]() In honor of Margery Wood, 1918-1975 Art by Cindy Wood, 2014 "I painted this in honor of my mother who died 47 years ago, when I was 10 years old. In her journal is her favorite poem, this Rilke poem, albeit a slightly different translation than the one above. Alongside a photo of her is a postcard of the Annunciation and a multidimensional messenger, the hummingbird." - Cindy When we get out of the glass bottles of our own ego, and when we escape like squirrels from turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper. - D.H. Lawrence
It is I who must begin. Once I begin, once I try -- here and now, right where I am, not excusing myself by saying things would be easier elsewhere, without grand speeches and ostentatious gestures, but all the more persistently — to live in harmony with the “voice of Being,” as I understand it within myself — as soon as I begin that, I suddenly discover, to my surprise, that I am neither the only one, nor the first, nor the most important one to have set out upon that road. Whether all is really lost or not depends entirely on whether or not I am lost. ~ Václav Havel ~
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