Here’s the next #quest2015 prompt: Which emotions do you feel most guilty about having? Afraid that others might find out? How could you spend this year trying to be open to the emotional window that allows you to be courageous? It rarely feels good right before we do something courageous, but these moments are the […]
In the third prompt for Tracking Wonder’s #Quest2015, Michael Bungay-Stanier asks “Who are you willing to disappoint or offend or upset or abandon… for the sake of the Great Work that’s calling you for your best 2015?” Within 24-hours of receiving this prompt, I also ran across this quote: “Be regular and orderly in your
As part of #Quest2015 (presented by Jeffrey Davis of Tracking Wonder), Jason Silva — best known as the “shots of awe” guy — offered this prompt: “In what ways might you artfully curate your life in 2015 to occasion serendipity, creativity and awe? Ontological designing says: We design our world and the world designs us back.
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Expand, version 2 Breath Go ahead Breathe me what I need To inhale Exhale Listen Wind blows and trees creak They do not care that You do not sleep Though it is one AM They will let you be Let them be, too Expand – dual spontaneous poems with photos by Stan Stewart Click To
Crescent moon, Glowing iridescent through Humid clouds, Morning’s orange glow, and Aging eyes. I look Once more Inspired by your Walk across night’s edge. When you shine so Vividly, coaxing night walkers, Early risers, And lovers To wander with you In the darkness, It is easy to Forget that your light Is reflected from another
Life and Thoughts Creating Reality Though I believe in the power of thought and know that we create our own reality, it’s easy to experience things as “life” giving us this lesson or that curve ball. Hopefully, most adults have ways of coping with these moments: yours might be taking a deep breath, going for
My eyes open to See the sun near The horizon; its Jagged, golden Flickers seemed to Invite me to fly to Its center. I lay still in the grass With chirruping birds nearby and Buzzing bugs enticed by the soft Flesh of my naked neck and bare legs. Hovering between the lush Hug of the lawn
Hibernation is not really for the sleep: The point is the coming back to life. Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light As we emerge from our cave Of becoming. However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be, We let it squish between our toes. It, too, is raw material, Just as those
Once again awakened, too early, I look into the darkness for Answers. I notice that the only answer It holds is the one About light. Fear hovers in the sheets. It draws from past memories About similar stories it Holds as failures: Of melancholy aloneness That seemingly had no Redeeming qualities; Of grief that brought
Wee Hours – an #improv #poem about darkness and light Read More »
Billowing like a sail or a kite Fighting to gain a hold on the wind, My heart opens to the Shift. Changing is such a normal thing. I cannot deny the change. It is the infinite view in the Infinitesimal pinhole into My heart’s sight. I see it. I am it. (This shift comes from
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