When we speak
By Mark Nepo
I have only now realized that something endless has
broken ground in me, and I have no choice but to live and love until it grows
me like a tree.
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I met an old man at a gathering, and when everyone
went on their way, he leaned into the hushed space between us and talked to me
as if we were trees.
Scratching his chin, he said, "We start out thin and green and each
time the sky grows dark, we think we will break, but the downpour makes us
grow, though never straight, always twisting for the light, and strangely, the
more we reach above the earth, the deeper something in us fingers its way down,
and it is this-our unseen fingers reaching for the core- that keeps us from
blowing away. Now there is no more running and very little swaying, and up till
now, there have been many languages, though none that could be heard, just a
creak at dawn and a moan at night, and sooner or later, we are brought down. It
doesn't matter how. We are undone. But stacked we burn, and here the poetry rises
from us, leaving wisdom in the ash."
Tis the season………
By Barbara Monahan
There are many of us who suffer throughout the year and
the holidays bring that suffering to the forefront because the core to this
celebration is about sharing life.
I am late with the holiday prep this year. The pause I have experienced with not jumping
right into the busyness has allowed me to see that life is not in all that we
do but in who we are in all that we do.
I am reminded, after reading Mark’s story above, of a time
before my children were born. They did not exist at all. Then after 9 months of
pregnancy they entered life. We stood in the nursery staring at our first son
the day we brought him home from the hospital and asked ourselves, “ok, now
what do we do?” And I thought to myself how amazing it is that just a few days
ago he was not here. He could not be touched, held or fed. Poof! Here he is!!!
Recently, after a lifetime of only knowing my parents as
being here among us, poof, they are gone. Never knowing a time without them,
they are now nowhere to be found. Memories of my experience with them remains and is what shaped me.
Our experiences and how we move through them is what matters
in life and each experience is our legacy = leaving wisdom in the ash.
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