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Archive Number 998

Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 04:29:55 +0000
From: Nyanna Susan Tobin
Subject: Re: Story and Transformation


X-cc: Cristy West

Shalom. Thank-you for your lovely poem. I read it at a
birthday party for a participant at the day health
center who is turning 93. Everyone asked for
coppies.Later i went to a funeral for an older woman
(91). As her son spoke of their difficult road togrthrt,
I again thought of the poem. It is a gift that will
touch many hearts.Shalom and be well.
> Thanks to all who have contributed to this thread on story and
> transformation. I find myself thinking about everyone's ideas and I hope
> that we can keep adding to the collective wisdom on this topic as the spirit
> moves us, much as we have been doing on the earlier topic "what do we mean by
> healing?"
>
> I also find that I am finding references to transformation all over the
> place!! For instance, a friend pointed out that the topic of recently
> released issue of The Psychotherapy Networker is "What Ever Happened to
> Transformation: New Approaches to the Art of Therapeutic Breakthrough?" This
> contains several articles on the topic, the central one focusing on the work
> of symphony conductor, Ben Zander, and his therapist wife, Roz who together
> wrote a current book called The Art of Possibility. (Perhaps the topic is on
> everyone's mind in part because of changes wroght by 9/11?)
>
> On this theme I also offer below a short poem I recently rediscovered. It
> is called "The Gift" and seemed very relevant. Indeed, I believe that
> stories can be seen as gifts, ones that open us up and encourage us to live
> more fully. They shake up the transformational impulse this poem describes
> so well.
>
> Cristy W.
>
> "The Gift"
>
> By D. Markova
>
> I will not die an unlived life.
> I will not live in fear
> of falling or catching fire.
> I choose to inhabit my days,
> to allow my living to open me,
> to make me less afraid,
> more accessible, to loosen my heart
> until it becomes a wing,
> a torch, a promise.
> I choose to risk my significance,
> to live so that which came to me as a seed
> goes on to the next as blossom,
> and that which came to me as blossom
> goes as fruit.
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