“Start right now / take a small step / you can call your own . . .” – David Whyte
A few weeks before layoffs, well over a dozen geologists and geophysicists sat around a long, dark conference table on the 25th floor of Pennzoil Place in downtown Houston, brown bags scattered about. Chewing, talking, laughing nervously, taking turns, dreaming out loud. Beverly, a friend of mine since graduate school, was orchestrating a sort of communal vision quest. What, she asked, would you like to do with your life, if you could no longer do what you’re doing now?
“Sometimes . . . you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests . . .” – David Whyte
Ten years ago, just three months after falling headlong into the most devastating existential crisis of my adult life, a crisis that swept away everything that made sense of the world, my first instinct was to gather others who were equally perplexed and explore—together—the big and little questions of life.
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.