“The soul is like a wild animal—tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient, and yet exceedingly shy.” – Parker J. Palmer
As soon as we approached the cash register at our favorite coffee shop, we knew something was wrong. Chey is a sweet, almost indefatigably outgoing young woman whose smile is, as far as I can tell, just part of her body. But her face was pinched that afternoon. We asked if she was okay.
“I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.” – Mary Oliver
Sitting in the meditation room at home, a warm blanket over my legs, heart still glowing in the aftermath of a brief, but luminous, sit with Barbara at the end of a long, hard day. A candle burns before me. My left trapezius muscle burns within me, a fire of old, recurring pain. I’m thinking about community. How rare and precious it is. How temporary and ordinary. How luminous.
About the Blog
These are the personal reflections of Jay Valusek on the process of Lectio Poetica, on nature, on poetry in general, and on some of words or phrases from poems we have used in our local gatherings.