This was not originally a poem. It was a summary of the past year and the struggle to find a new space where I could create and be fully present. It all began in Oakland about this time last year and has grown with each ensuing day.
It just happened–
I let go
Spoke without anger–
A sadness;
For what is lost.
Stared into the abyss–
Sat with unformed questions
Terrifying
The darkness;
The incompleteness.
Took stock
Looked inwards–
Accepted extended hands
Discarded baggage
Walked towards the light.
Mojo gained momentum–
Sprung up in a creative space
Simple presence
Live my truth;
With each moment’s question.
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About ivonprefontaine
I have been an educator for almost 20 years. Prior to that, I worked in private industry for 15 years, then returned to university to earn my education degree. For the past 11 years, I have been a co-creator of learning in a unique, progressive, alternative educational school of choice. Currently, I am engaged in a doctoral program at Gonzaga University in Spokane. A main theme in my learning there has been the roles of systems thinking, complexity theory, and organizational theory, and how they apply to education generally and the learning environment I share with students, parents, and colleagues.
I’m learning…simplicity is a good way to start off…but in your case, your simplicity in this poem tells it all..well written. Thank you for the sharing..
~ KeY
You are welcome KeY.
Truly words we can all live by…Thank you, “Teacher.”
You are welcome.
I love your words, Ivon… They speak your truth so succinctly…!
Thank you Carolyn.
Beautifully written, Ivon.
Thank you Cher.
A beautiful poem Ivon,and the truth is so moving…
Thank you Valerie
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I love it, especially:
Simple presence
Live my truth;
With each moment’s question.
Russ
Thank you Russ.