One morning we will quietly drift into a harbor we did not know was there. Olav Haugue’s closing line is brilliant. We find the dream and its source in quietness. Without patience and a willingness to endure the difficulties which ultimately arise, the dream cannot be revealed.
I think the dream is not something we know in advance. When the dream appears, we know intuitively this is what we were waiting for and it speaks to us. The questions we carry open up the time, the heart, and the doors.
It’s the dream we carry
that something wondrous will happen
that it must happen
time will open
hearts will open
doors will open
spring will gush forth from the ground–
that the dream itself will open
that one morning we’ll quietly drift
into a harbor we didn’t know was there.
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In keeping with bell hooks and Noam Chomsky, I consider myself a public and dissident intellectual. Part of my work is to move beyond (transcend) institutional dogmas that bind me to defend freedom, raising my voice to be heard on behalf of those who seek equity and justice in all their forms.
I completed my PhD in Philosophy of Leadership Studies at Gonzaga University, Spokane, WA. My dissertation and research was how teachers experience becoming teachers and their role as leaders.
I focus on leading, communicating, and innovating in organizations. This includes mindfuful servant-leadership, World Cafe events, Appreciative Inquiry, and expressing one's self through creativity. I offer retreats, workshops, and presentations that can be tailored to your organzations specific needs.
I published peer reviewed articles about schools as learning organizations, currere as an ethical pursuit, and hope as an essential element of adult eductaion. I published three poems and am currently preparing my poetry to publish as an anthology of poetry.
I present on mindful leadership, servant leadership, schools as learning organizations, how teachers experience becoming teachers, assessement, and critical thinking. I facilitate mindfulness, hospitality retreats. and World Cafe Events using Appreciative Inquiry.
I am writing and researching about various forms of leadership, how teachers inform and form their identity as a particular teacher, schools as learning organizations, hope and its anticipatory relationship with the future, and hope as an essential element in learning.
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Brilliant, indeed! Makes me think of coming through the fog of difficulty, and when it clears, we’re gently pulling into the harbor. I also love “that it must happen”. It is good to know there are a vast number of us walking around with the inner mandate that something wondrous simply “must happen”… 🙂
Michael
There are thing which are inexplicable, but they are destined to happen without us knowing in advance.
Message of hope eternal.
Yes, it is.
And the discovery of that hidden land will be…GLORIOUS!!!!!
It will be.
And So Let it Be So! 🙂
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LYRIC MASTERY IN LIQUID FORM, IS IT NOT? 🙂
Thank you for the re-blog and comment Jonathan.
Only telling the truth as I perceive it, man!
Faith, hope and trust in this poem, lovely.
They are all there. Thank you.
Fantastic poem.
Thank you Elizabeth.
Poetry is the one place where words can be creative instead of cognitive.
What a way with words it is.
Yes, and the spaces are creative, as well. It is there we get to savour the meaning.
Yes, when things are silent, like the breath again, it is at rest between inhales and exhales.
Buddhist say there are doors which open if you focus on the pauses, the transition points.
Try varying the length of your pauses when meditating. Observe the different feels, then let your body settle where it feels most secure.
The pauses carry some of the secrets..
Music without pauses sounds like noise.
Very thoughtful Ivon, nice
Thank you for a wonderful and insightful comment Marty.
how delicate….and powerful all at once.
There is always paradox in poetry. It is at once strong and vulnerable.
I agree wholeheartedly that there is both a strong point and a weak one or at least a vulnerable point. I hope it is okay to express a divergent opinion but only because I can see a a vulnerable one in this lovely poem. If the author speaks in a spiritual context then I agree that eventually there will be that ‘drift’ into something we are unable to conceive. However, if we are thinking in the physical, we will not drift into that special something, we will go into it with the sweat of our brows, aching muscles and the proverbial skin of our teeth. Thanks for listening!
You are welcome and thank you shedding a different light on the meanings of this poem. That is the beauty of poetry. We find many meanings in the spaces between the words where meaning is made.
People who are patient are more open to listening and hearing messages of dreams. Everyone sees a flower but it is those who look closely that see the small insects that live among the petals. That was lovely. ❤
Thank you Jackie for the comment.
dreams make me happy…I am happiest when I have a dream and when I believe in that dream…however, when reality hits, it is sometimes difficult to dream again…but I love the words of the poem!
It is the paradox of living.