Saturday Share – Emotional Notions

Hello Friends,

It is Saturday and this regular feature has returned!

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Link to the blog

This week’s Saturday share is Emotional Notions, a blog that is described as Whimsical, Philosophical Poems and Inspiration. I love the beautiful graphics and the poetry. I think you might as well. Check it out!

cristy@meximinnesotana.com

 

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Saturday Share – Marion Woodman’s poetry

I just love this beautiful poem in the intro to the book “Coming Home to Myself” by Marion Woodman and Jill Mellick. Since they encourage the photocopy or transcription of pieces that carry meaning for us, I am sharing with grateful permission.

Linearity does not come naturally

to me. It kills my imagination.

Nothing happens.

 

No bell rings

No moment of here and now.

No moment that says yes.

Without these, I am not alive.

 

I prefer the pleasure

of the journey through the spiral.

 

Relax.

Enjoy the spiral.

If you miss something

on the first round,

don’t worry.

You might pick it up

on the second – or third – or ninth.

It doesn’t matter.

 

Relax.

Timing is everything.

If this bell does ring,

it will resonate

through all the rungs of your spiral.

If it doesn’t ring,

it is the wrong spiral –

or the wrong time –

or there is no bell.

Wow. This resonated in my body and my mind. Maybe it does for you also?

 

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Link to the book at Amazon

cristy@meximinnesotana.com

Saturday Share – Mark Nepo

This Saturday Share will be a little different, as I feel compelled to share a poem this time rather than a blog. This poem has haunted me since I heard it read by Liz Gilbert last weekend during our workshop on creative living, when it sent chills down my spine.

It is entitled Breaking Surface, and I linked to it and copied the text below with attribution and tremendous respect for Mark Nepo. The bold type is mine.

Breaking Surface

Let no one keep you from your journey,
no rabbi or priest, no mother
who wants you to dig for treasures
she misplaced, no father
who won’t let one life be enough,
no lover who measures their worth
by what you might give up,
no voice that tells you in the night
it can’t be done.

Let nothing dissuade you
from seeing what you see
or feeling the winds that make you
want to dance alone
or go where no one
has yet to go.

You are the only explorer.
Your heart, the unreadable compass.
Your soul, the shore of a promise
too great to be ignored.

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Graphic from Mark Nepo’s website