When we slow down and really pay attention, something intriguing tends to happen.
“And I thought / how I meant to live a quiet life / how I meant to live a life of mildness and meditation / tapping the careful words against each other . . .” —Mary Oliver On a quiet Sunday morning, a small group of introverts and contemplative types gather in a circle for two hours to ponder a single poem together. Our contemplative practice ebbs and flows like the tide between silence and speech, solitude and community, the poem a gravitational force.
When we slow down and really pay attention, something intriguing tends to happen.
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“One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began . . .” —Mary Oliver One day, immediately following a rather humiliating and very public incident at work in an incredibly fast-paced organization, David drove straight home. “I felt as if I didn’t have an ounce of energy left to do the work I had been doing,” he recalls. A few hours later, a friend and mentor, an Austrian monk, arrived to share a glass of wine and a quiet evening with poetry.
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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. Archives
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