The last blog before our summer break was written by BPS member Connie Pompilii. Connie is also an artist, and the creator of the lovely, summery pictures accompanying the blog.
The arrival of June brings with it a gentle reminder to enjoy the simple things. Whether it’s having a cup of coffee on the front porch, reading a book under a shaded tree, or walking in the park, June, like poetry, is full of many treasures just waiting to be discovered.
The blog for March is written by veteran BPS member Jenny Sorensen
I remember some years ago listening to an interview with an acclaimed literary critic on CBC radio and he pointed out something both simple and true: books – and literature – provide companionship.
The Brooklin Poetry Society, by its very nature, offers companionship.
With the evocation of feeling in poetry, the walls are down.
We can create a tapestry of meaning out of who we are anytime, anywhere.
This has always been the shaman in the human.
This ability to transcend, to reinvent, to overcome and recreate– we are bird, fish. We are river, rock, history and future.
The Buddhists speak of sangha, a community of the devout, where we take refuge. In this sacred place, we take refuge. I like that–this sense of sheltering in something.
Everywhere, life seeks its soil, its air, its water, and we, we lift ourselves, long needles seeking meaning. How we thread it through our lives–the patterns, the threads we choose, the gaps and material we bring together. The cable and satellite we string with face and voice and thought. We weave a blanket with our reaching. Far and wide. Near and present.
when the moment is quiet and still in the mush of night and the slide of day when you look inside the fabric you have made this is the blanket here is warmth here is sacred here is companionship here is shelter
March is upon us, that time of year when we feel and see that even that which has been closed, that which has been dormant, hidden, has seeds and life and potential, waiting to sing. It surrounds us
each and every single bud on the great tree
the individual in the sacred
woven together with presence and intention
even when we feel alone, birds fly overhead
trees grow in the space between leaf and limb.
There is a lift in in the fabric we are part of, the spaces inside the weave full of hope and faith, intelligence, need and ambition, kindness. We take refuge. We keep each other warm. I am in this. You are in this. We stand not part of it, but within it. All around us, this great, leaping, deeping happening is our refuge.
If we were to take a moment and think about what we value, what’s important, here are some dates to consider for this month:
March 3rd – World Wildlife Day
March 6th – National Oreo Day
March 12th – World Sleep Day – why is that on a Friday???