Schuyler, god damn, it feels so good to receive your art. It's like all dripping in honey; such gooey richness. Phoebe's poetic expression, too, is so tasty.
The piece I would add to your emergence pre-reqs list is: a desire to feed the sacred & make life more beautiful.
Schuyler… thank you. I really appreciated the wisdom in this post. Excellent.
It is all more subtle and felt forward in these times. Some of that sensing forward instead of “goal-setting” i am integrating now into my organizational thinking and support. This post is a keeper for me. Sorry I cannot make tomorrow as is too often the case. Thank you again. 🙏
Hi Schuyler. I love this piece on emergence. Your naming and articulation help me see more clearly the focus of my inner life and work. As I read it, I realized that most of my poems are about emergence. Here is one :)
Stream
It begins with movement
as if the water has finally come.
A flower is blooming
and here I am– a new fragrance
gentle petal offerings.
Over time my wonder awakens.
I find myself in the roots too
and the gritty soil
even the insects and the stirring at the edge of sight.
Schuyler, god damn, it feels so good to receive your art. It's like all dripping in honey; such gooey richness. Phoebe's poetic expression, too, is so tasty.
The piece I would add to your emergence pre-reqs list is: a desire to feed the sacred & make life more beautiful.
Schuyler… thank you. I really appreciated the wisdom in this post. Excellent.
It is all more subtle and felt forward in these times. Some of that sensing forward instead of “goal-setting” i am integrating now into my organizational thinking and support. This post is a keeper for me. Sorry I cannot make tomorrow as is too often the case. Thank you again. 🙏
Hi Schuyler. I love this piece on emergence. Your naming and articulation help me see more clearly the focus of my inner life and work. As I read it, I realized that most of my poems are about emergence. Here is one :)
Stream
It begins with movement
as if the water has finally come.
A flower is blooming
and here I am– a new fragrance
gentle petal offerings.
Over time my wonder awakens.
I find myself in the roots too
and the gritty soil
even the insects and the stirring at the edge of sight.
One day I ask
May I be water?
As impossible as it sounds
it is the only thing that makes sense.
At first I ask because the stream
seems to come from elsewhere
and I don’t know the way
but then I ask
because I must speak directly
know for myself
and the sparkling flows fuller,
lifting within me –
sweet water home.