I close my week with this wonderful poem by May Sarton. As I reflect on the week passed, I hope I am left with more questions than answers and the time to luxuriate in the space between the question and answer. I noticed today and yesterday, when I pause and let go, my monkey mind chatter is greatly reduced. It has been helpful.
The phoebe sits on her nest
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
Waiting for life to burst out
From under her warmth.
Can I wave a nest for silence,
Weave it out of listening,
Listening,
Layer upon layer?
But one must first become small,
Nothing but a presence
Attentive as a nesting bird,
Proffering no slightest wish
Toward anything that might happen
Or be given,
Only the warmth, faithful waiting,
Contained in one’s smallness.
Beyond the question, the silence.
Before the answer, the silence.
Beautiful
Thank you for the kind words.
You are very welcome
Eunice
Very calming. Can we be so patient? I love it!
It is a challenge, but a worthy one to accept.
You must be a great teacher. Love your blog!
I leave it to others to judge the former and I appreciate the latter. After my time in Seattle last weekend, I felt good again about being a good teacher. I felt I had lost my way on the journey and needed to get my Mojo back.
What happened in Seattle? I am going to Seattle Nov. 15-19 for an NCSS Conference.
I attended a Circle of Trust retreat which is based on the writing of Parker Palmer. It was a great opportunity to sit quietly, look inward, and find the wisdom.
I have heard of that, but haven’t checked into it. Glad you had a great time. Sounds like it helped inspire you.
I believe that a wonderful and important resource would have been lost if you hadn’t rediscovered your greatness, my friend. It is visible to many others. Sometimes it takes others to remind us.
Russ
I appreciate the comment Russ.