While I was on my sabbatical, I attended a retreat. One of the highlights was meeting Parker Palmer. The people from the Centre Courage and Renewal who organized the retreat use Parker’s teachings as the foundation for these retreats.
Like Parker’s written work, the retreat focused on rich conversation, reflecting and writing, and poetry. Some poets I was familiar with, but others I did not recall hearing before. One of the poets who fell into the latter category was Barbara Rohde.
This poem reminds me my life is a continuous entering wilderness. No one entered my wilderness before. I don’t have a path or map to show me the way. I walk alone in a sense, but I am not alone.
The etymology of companion is to break bread and share a meal with others we meet on a journey. As we meet each other and hear our music, we can sing it back to each other and share it like the bread we break together. It is in sharing we can overcome fear and anxiety that comes from feeling a sense of loneliness in our lives.
We can encourage and place courage in one another. Emmanuel Levinas capitalized Other to signify an unconditional responsiblity for others. It reminds me of the line in Spartacus where others stand and say, “I am Spartacus!” What would it mean to say “I am Muslim! I am Hispanic?” We look toward that great openness in awe of the freedom and responsbility before us.
We stand at the edge of a true wilderness.No one has entered it, nor worn a path for us. There are no maps.
We look toward that great openness in awe of the freedom and possibility before us. Yet there is also something in us that causes us to face the unknown territory cautiously and anxiously.
Now, in this place, we take time out of time to look back, to see where we have been and what we have been, to reflect on what we have learned thus far on our journey.
We gather together to remind each other to see our True north, and to encourage–to place courage in–one another.
When we leave this place, we must each find our true path. We must walk alone.
But now and then we may meet.
When we meet, may we offer each other the bread of our being.
And oh, my brothers, and oh, my sisters, if you hear me plunging wildly, despairingly, through the thicket, call out to me. Calm me.
And if you find me sleeping in the snow, awaken me, lest my heart to turn ice.
And if you hear my music, praising the mornings of the world, then in that other time, in the blackness of my night, sing it back to me.
A beautifully written expression with fine poetic impact. Thanks. Tasha
Thank you and you are welcome Tasha.
What a blessing you had in that retreat.
It was a wonderful time. And meeting Parker is something I can remove from my bucket list.
Thank you Catherine.
There is something so magical in shared experiences. We are all more alike, than different.
I love the ‘Spartacus’ reference, Ivon; were we to be all as strong!
We are. It takes courage to stand up and face what oppresses others around us.
Glad you had this experience. Good to read your posts again, Ivon!
It is good to be back. It was a wonderful time.
Good to hear!
What you described reminds me of Mahatma Gandhi when he said, “I’m a Christian and a Muslim and a Jew!” During his lifetime, he strove to bring people together into a common fold of humanity. One of his greatest disappointments was the partitioning of India. His assassination reflected the inability of different groups in India to come together. In the end, despite his best efforts, political intrigue and religious divisions could not be overcome.
Dawn, thank you for wonderful insights. I think his goal was that of the true great revolutionaries e.g. The Buddha, Jesus, The Prophet, etc.
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