Keepers of the Flame

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Keepers of the Flame


I’ve happened onto a new process with poetry and I want to share what I’m learning from it. When someone finds a use for a poem of mine, I take that as a signal that the Universe wants me to pay attention to the poem myself, and to learn something new from it. Always there is something new. I may have had something in mind when I first wrote the poem, but other people see different things in it. And so might I in this moment. Things I’d not seen before. Here’s my most recent example of that practice.

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Turning Towards Life: A Podcast

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Turning Towards Life: A Podcast

Out of the blue, I got an e-mail from a stranger named Justin Wise in the UK with a link to a half-hour podcast that he and colleague Lizzie had done, about my poem Fire and what it suggests to them. Justin was reflecting on his habit of piling on more work. And Lizzie who is three weeks into motherhood, sees the poem as guidance and encouragement. I'm delighted (it's always a gift to know that our work in the world has been of use, near or faraway). The words of the poem are my own. But I'm curious about their take on it. So I listen.

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Being Baffled

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Being Baffled

Yesterday, a friend was searching for a poem to share with people who are training to be coaches—life coaches not football coaches. (Although come to think of it poetry for football coaches might be a good thing.) 

As I thought about it, I realized that when I need coaching, myself, (which is fairly often) it is usually because I am feeling stuck, confused, mired in.

And what came to mind for me were these words by the farmer poet Wendell Berry:

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Kaleidoscope: See What You See

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Kaleidoscope: See What You See

Often, I find myself stuck in an old way of seeing things. Or fearful of the way things are unfolding around me. Seeking a path forward. Not seeing one. The poem below (prompted by the kaleidoscope which I keep on my bookshelf) emerged in a gathering in my living room as friends and colleagues explored their own role in leadership development. It reminds me of the need for breathing space, a chance to “turn” the kaleidoscope of images, to seek and practice new ways of seeing, of being wholly ourselves.

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Things That Flowered

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Things that flowered
Yesterday, last week,
Have passed
And new things bloom. 
This morning
It’s the daisies, lean and
Scrawny, with their
Cheerful petaled faces. 
In only ten days time,
The heavy purple lilacs
And scented fields
Of lily of the valley
Have given way to
Honeysuckle and
The early roses—
Soon lemon lilies. 
How to celebrate
Each one,
Each moment,
Every season,
Feeling still
The momentary sadness
Comes with knowing
That the beauty
That was yesterday’s
Is gone. 
    Judy Brown
    June 16, 2018
     Leland, Michigan  

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Remaining Open to Possibility

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Remaining Open to Possibility

My friend Mennie Scapens in New Zealand wrote the message that follows—about Spring and possibilities. I found her words and her questions for us very thought provoking. I asked if I might share them with you—making Mennie my first “guest blogger”. Thanks Mennie!

Speaking of opening our minds to possibilities—note that Mennie wrote this in October which is springtime in New Zealand. 

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The Lion Tamer

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The Lion Tamer

Time magazine recently ran a piece on all the factors that contributed to the closing of Ringling Brothers Circus.  Not the least of which has been the rise of a different kind of circus:Cirque de Soleil. While I've been fascinated with the ascent of Cirque, I am
haunted by a photo that accompanied the Time magazine story--a photo of the empty Ringling Bros circus circle with the lion tamer and lion together in what could only be described as an embrace. A last embrace.

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The Work of Many Hands

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The Work of Many Hands

I subscribe to a daily poetry post created by Joe Riley.  It’s called Panhala.  Because the poems he selects, so often speak to me personally, I find it a good way to start my day.  And yesterday to my amazement, the poem to start my day was one of my own about my brother David who builds and rebuilds wooden boats:

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The Handoff

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The Handoff

This poem was shared on the One Spirit Learning Alliance website yesterday. So, while it appears in The Art and Spirit of Leadership, it also appeared in my inbox. I realize that almost all of my work these days is a relay race, marked by baton passing. And in this handing off of the baton--something greater than the original has the opportunity to blossom. Others can often see the power/value/use in something we've created--a value we ourselves might overlook.

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Lunch with Alice

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Lunch with Alice

Years back I wrote a poem prompted by something the Dean of our Public Policy school said to me in passing.

Poems have a habit of showing up that way, popping up out of a conversation in the hallway.


But this one was unusual--it had a specific name in the title--"Lunch with Alice."  And I thought of it as a love story, and also a story of wisdom about how we choose to spend our moments.

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