It is so nice to be back in touch after our holiday break. We are anticipating a wonderful beginning this new year with our Threads of Consciousness Writing Circle! Our first meeting will be on Saturday February 14th, from 9:30 to 11:30, at the Parish Hall of Calvary Church in Summit, NJ.
We always have a theme and how can it be any other than LOVE on Valentine's Day?! Love – in all of its many-splendored forms – comes to us in so many ways. It can be easily missed. Kabir speaks to this so beautifully, "Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours." We are happily anticipating that the circle will help us pause and listen and notice the love that surrounds us – inside and out.
We will also welcome back artist and dear friend, Lisa Brown, who will share the story behind her painting of the Daffodils – the piece which inspired our November circle.
The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery was our inspiration for December. It's a classic and if you haven't read it in awhile (or at all), as many of us had not, it is an incredible love story not to be missed. There is an exquisiteness to the words, the illustrations and the relationships. It is a journey tale that teaches so many things: how the essential things are invisible to the eye; that it is only with the heart we see what is most important; and how we become responsible forever for those we have "tamed" – meaning those to whom we have given our time and attention and love.
We hope you enjoy the poems and essay below. Special thanks to our writers for sharing their pieces: Marge, Eileen and Susan, and Rabia who while unable to come in person was very much with us in spirit.
We are indebted to the Little Prince and the fox and the rose for joining our circle that day. Please know that we are always welcoming new companions; no prior writing experience is needed. So if you are thinking of trying the writing circle, we hope you will join us too.
By Margaret A. Dukes
Afraid, over here in my Square
Four squares away from you.
Can I come a little closer
as you sit in silence ?
Can I come closer
If you speak to ask
me a question?
We can follow the rites
still come closer.
May I begin to envision
in the next square
nearer to you?
the time will not be wasted.
By Eileen Gerety
Follow the rules
We are told
No other way
The path can unfold.
March in line
Follow the lead
Don’t cry or whine
Others’ voices – must heed.
No question valid
No deviation set
Leaving the trail
You will regret
A different light
Starts to blink
It’ll lead you astray
Hmmm – Not what I think!!
Spirit is moving
Across my land
Soon the answer
Will be in hand
The heart awakens
The rustling leaves
To its insight
I will cleave
Comes from the Heart
Its inspiration is telling
A place to start!
Shine Like The Sun
By Rabia Pamela Hance
Shine like the sun.
Free to all.
You may illuminate an autumn maple,
and the path of a mountain hiker,
the wrinkled face of a wise one,
the backs of the homeless in winter.
You may pour through a window
and glisten across a cedar table.
You may accumulate in shadowy corners
and radiate all over the house.
You may wake the sleeping child,
with gentle warmth.
You may swim in the song of the humpback,
and fly on the wing of a lark.
You may comb the mane of a lion,
you may vow to leave nothing out.
You may discover planets
and bathe them in reflective waters,
and purify moons with your soul,
and rejoice with a star in your unity.
You may gleam from the eye of your beloved,
or be annihilated in a heartbeat.
You may do this always and forever.
By Lorri Lizza
The sun streams in through high church windows
My fellow writers sit a fair distance apart
Heads bowed – hands moving over paper,
Touched this morning by a little prince
Who learns from a fox,
The proper way of ‘establishing ties’ and how
We are responsible forever for those we love.
The circle reconvenes
Love lost – love found
Love waiting for us still
The one that got away . . . and how (even then)
Nothing is ever truly gone (where would it go?)
We stand, stretch and prepare to leave
Shaking our heads in appreciation
Eyes smiling – hearts too
Lingering over holiday good-byes
Marveling in connection
We move toward the parking lot
And the circle holds.
By Susan Abbott Maitner
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
~ Antoine De Saint-Exupery: The Little Prince
I said I wouldn’t write about you, but now the words are pouring out. You are no ordinary cat; no cookie-cutter Hello Kitty, bought on a whim and left to languish on a shelf. You mean so much to me.
How might I describe you, Little Girl? Pure white, golden eyes, immensely shy. The delicacy of a ballerina with a penchant for late-night gallops through the house.
Now your life hangs in the balance. Our alpha cat passed long ago; we lost our sweet Tuxedo Boy last week. It seems too cruel that now you are in danger of dying.
Pull one out and everything changes. Tear out a second and things start to crumble. Sorrow consumes us in different ways: You can’t eat and I can’t write. The struggle is on to save you.
Back and forth, back and forth we go, my mind a mixed up jumble of times and dates; you wide-eyed and huddling lamblike in your crate. Charts, infusions, veterinarians in consultation: Anorexia. Thyroid storm. Not sure … Day after day I struggle to capture you and provide the help you need, but your early months as a feral have made you elusive and hard to nab.
With gentleness and patience we’ve forged our ties over fifteen years, I celebrating your every venture out of isolation. We both have had experiences of being frightened and chased. I’ve learned to bide my time. I’ve watched you grow in confidence.
“You become responsible for what you’ve tamed,” says the fox to the Little Prince. Little Cat, it works both ways: you’ve tamed me and I’ve tamed you. And if you die I will suffer.
Kyrie, you are essential. Please let me help you.
With Profound Love,
(Author’s note: Shortly before Christmas, Kyrie began eating. Her appetite has returned and her eyes are shining. She continues to allow herself to become more tame and has taken up the art of morning cuddling.)