Today begins this offering.
It’s circle honed to essence.
It’s underlaying principle.
It’s application from nuanced clarity
that I hope simplifies and deepens.
I love a good journey to the heart of things
in the company of 20 participants
and a co-host, co-creator, Quanita,
that can both see longer arcs,
yet be so keenly attentive to the now.
Today begins, for me, like so many of the days.
Opening a collection of poems,
this time to William Stafford,
prosing his way to essence
with a “ritual to read to each other.”
I love Stafford’s beginning
“If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.”
brings me home.