Words From the Back Yard

I ran into a poet a couple months ago, a good friend of PUSH, who kind of inspired me to attempt to write poetry in my journaling. I ended up in a workshop with this guy, Charlie Cote, and have been pleasantly surprised by how things turned out.

There will be no claims to poetic genius, but I think using poetry here every now and again might be fun. I figure this is probably a good way to get a sense for how I view life. Hope you enjoy. Oh, and feel free to comment.

On to the first one:

Angels of the Garden

Summer flowers alight in the wind
Dancing amid the gusty tides

Fluttering, not tethered now
Petals flown without a string

Heaven carried now to earth,
On winds no leaf considers

Seraphim to the dandelions
Revelations to roses in the thorns

Message given, pure flowers bound
On Mercury’s sandals to rejoin the dance

Two petals meet, doubling
Their joy in intricate blur

Drinking deep the currents of the sky
No earthly nectar may hold them long

White butterflies on bright wings
Angels of the garden, amidst the weeds

The Other Side of the Wheel

As you might have guessed from the previous post, my rhythm of life got a bit shaky this summer. After all the events of July and August I spent a few weeks collecting myself and preparing for this year. Things are now settling down a bit as the new season at PUSH is warming up.

I just checked my calendar from last year and today, September 23, 2008, it is exactly one year to the day since I arrived in Rochester. I’ve changed a lot.

I just went back and re-read my posts from last September to now. Time capsule journeys always seem to highlight major themes and guess what? (Cliche!) This one was no different.

There’s a lot personal reflection I do in public – which is a habit formed through a variety of circumstances – and I won’t saddle the world with it just now. What I do want to leave with you is a thought that emerged from this reflection:

A wheel is essentially two circles: a hub and an edge. One cannot function without the other and the two must be connected. The hub supplies the power and the edge applies the power to the road.

While you can turn an edge and move the wheel, it is much harder to control and sustain. Working the circles from the inside out makes the whole machine more efficient.

If I had to pick a major theme from my look back, it would be discovering the process of aligning the wheel properly. I am reminded of C.S. Lewis’ words “Further up, further in!” in The Last Battle. The wheel is more like a wheel than it was before. And it will continue to refine and become more like a wheel the more I try to keep those two circles working together.

Metaphors are wonderful things.