I wind down the week and head into Sabbath. It is odd to say and write those words, because I have celebrated Sabbath since my arrival at Bainsbridge. When I come to a courage retreat, I enter into a covenant, at least with myself, that I slow down, talk less, and listen more deeply to others and myself. The great thing is this is the norm here. Time is purposely and purposefully set aside to share in small groups, listen and be fully present for each other, reflect in our corners, and find our way back to the joyful circle of kindred spirits. It is unlike any other conference, workshop, or training I take. The focus is on opening up creative space and that requires different being present. It is a space of vulnerability and solidarity, of coming together to find ourselves coming home.
I meditated this morning and sat inside the main hall. It was raining which I understand is often the case in Seattle at this time of the year.
We sat inside the drum;
A small group
I heard rain overhead
Its song reverent
A gentle tap on the roof
Occasional increases in tempo
More rhythm in that fresh moment.
Perhaps, as gusts of wind shake trees–
Fresh dreams
Break us free from reverie
Together, we embark
Explorers
Perhaps, even pirates.
From golden hearts
Gentle invitations sent
And received.
Whatever, each chooses;
Wherever, each walks;
Remember–
We do it together
Joyously, in community
We carry a little of each other on this journey.
Last year, after the sudden and tragic passing of a young woman we met several years ago, I recounted a Buddhist understanding passed on by Senryu Suzuki and Thich Nhat Hanh. Each person we greet on life’s journey leaves an indelible imprint on us. We only need to stand or sit quietly and listen and like a wind and gentle rain voices are heard again and again in the silence of that moment.
Teacher as Transformer 
A beautiful memory and interpretation of the words of two great souls, thank you Ivon- a lovely reminder of them both
You are welcome and they truly are.
Beautiful poem. I love the lines Occasional increases in tempo
More rhythm in that fresh moment. I could listen to rain by the hour. My late husband was from Seattle, and it has many dear memories. I will be attending a conference there next month, so I’m looking forward to seeing & hearing the rain, but not walking in it! Nice post.
I enjoyed the rain. It was refreshing and gave me a chance to wear my sandals for a few more days. Enjoy the rhythm of your memories and upcoming trip.
Thanks, I’m looking forward to it. National Council for the Social Studies is the organization meeting there. 🙂
I always say this to friends…
‘hand in hand..heart to heart..together we’ll make the world a better place…at least within us’
togetherness indeed brings more joy in life, tremendously vibrates love in our body and soul and makes us think and act positively towards life…
My hello to you Ivon..I’m here to be another friend…and hope to stay…
~ KeY
I look forward to a journey together. Take care.
A lovely post, Ivon – beautiful words, wonderful memories. Bless you.
Thank you Lizzie. Yes, they are already wonderful memories built within a community that cares for itself and its members. I wonder how we can plant those seeds out there and heal our world.
Beautiful post, The last part is very moving. Thank you, Ivon!
Thank you Amy. The last stanza was about the journey we are embarking on and the invisible construct of community we carry with each other as we depart.
Beautiful poem.
Thank you Elizabeth. The kind words are appreciated. My colleagues at the retreat loved it as well.
Sweet poetry, I love the rain and could imagine being there, in rainy Seattle. I felt quite peaceful reading this poem, as most of your poems resonates with this theme of peace. As always, thanks for sharing, and hope you didn’t get wet at your conference. 🙂
I was able to dance between the raindrops.
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Simply Beautiful.
Thank you Lvsrao.