Sunday, July 6, 2008
My Life in Norwegian and Lithuanian Magazines
After attending a number of plenary sessions at a conference in Gotland, Sweden, I opted for a late afternoon workshop that promised quiet and creativity. After 10 minutes of meditation, each person received a stack of magazines and set off to craft a vision collage. The exercise intends to allow each person an opportunity to let his conscious and sub-conscious develop a visual representation of his own soul space. In a spirit of transparency, I share mine.
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what is that in the bottom left?
An oyster with a pearl inside, je pense...
very good nicole. exactly. I just wrote a lyric about oysters and pearls. I think that's why it showed up.
The Summer Day
- Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
(Thanks to Garrison Keillor for that one this morning, wanted to share. xoxo)
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