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Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 04:29:55 +0000
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. > > > > > | ||