It was a long day. I was up at 5:45 AM, on a flight at 11:30 AM, and just wrapping up my day in a different time zone than the one I began the day in. Again, I had a great day and will find time to speak about it as the days move on. I am doing an Art of Hosting workshop and the first day was pretty incredible. It speaks to the David Whyte poem about thing coming to life even when unplanned and only need nourishment and nurturing to come to life.
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.
You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?
ivonprefontaine
Teacher as Transformer 
Lovely poem, Ivon, both thought-provoking and profound. Food for contemplation. Blessings
Thank you Lizzie. Blessings to you.
Ivon
after long hard day poetry is how fresh shower
I greet
That is a beautiful metaphor.
I just love reading your intellect. so thought provoking and original 😉
Thank you Laurie.
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Love this Ivon…thanks for sharing.
You are welcome David and thank you.
a most beautiful poem, thanks for sharing! love & light to you Ivon!
You are welcome Caroline and light to as well.
This is a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it, Ivon, and I am so glad to have found my way to your blog.
You are welcome Melissa and I thank you.
Love the post and the poem.
Yes, David Whyte is a wonderful poet.
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I enjoyed this
Thank you Kate. It is appreciated.
“To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.”
copying/sharing on Facebook and giving you proper credit for the quote. Thanks!
Thank you Bela. It is a David Whyte poem, so he is the one to credit. I wish I could write like him.
Ahh … yes! Thanks for that. I have read his work.
Love this. Reminds me of Elsa Barkers letters from a living dead man and is so in line with Sylvia Brown. Well said.
I am so intrigued by the universality of literary themes that great writers seem to share and what connections we can find generation after generation in the words of Elsa Barker and then David Whyte.
Not only poetic, but great tell. I enjoyed this much.
Thank you 🙂
And while I’m here…
¸.•*¨*•. ♪♫♫♪Happy New Year Ivon .♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
˜”*°•.˜”*°•.˜”*°•.★★.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜” & wishing for you, what you wish this year.♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
🙂 Sincerely, the best to you, N’n.
Thank you for the lovely song. The best to you in the New Year.
‘To be human is to become visible while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others’ – this, from the poem above, is exactly what you do so generously. Thank you.
Thank you for your kindness.
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