An excerpt taken from ‘Great Circle’ by Maggie Shipstead.

“I thought about how the medium of music is time, how if time stopped, a painting would exist unchanged but music would vanish, like a wave without an ocean.”

I love the link between the expression of art and the movement of time — for me, it conjures an image of artists as wizards. The painter and his power to freeze something in time; the musician and her ability to manipulate time — to erase, to seemingly make something of nothing in an instant.

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From Cleave by David Whyte

We were born saying goodbye
to what we love,
we were born
in a beautiful reluctance
to be here,
not quite ready
to breathe in this new world,
we are here and we are almost not,
we are present while still not
wanting to admit we have arrived.

I love this poem because it so perfectly encapsulates how surprising it is to be alive.

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This is a poem I wrote about the way we forget where words come from, their original roots and meanings. The way words evolve and what they have meant through time, what they truly mean at their core, is often lost and right in front of us at the same time.

Vibrant, it’s
the strangest secret
And in plain sight
is where we keep it

Within the word, you’ll
find the whim
Unravels
like a waking limb

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From the Mary Oliver poem ‘Wild Geese’, reminding us we are human, we are ordinary, we are not separate, we are part of this world, part of this “family of things”. And showing us how beautiful that is.

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.”

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Carve your boundaries
and then flow within them
Like a river flows
bound by its banks

I’ve often worried about setting boundaries; worried that they keep people out, upset people. More recently I’ve worried that they make me rigid and stop me from being able to let go. It becomes clearer and clearer though, that instead of keeping things out or hemming us in, boundaries give us the exact freedom necessary to surrender and stop fighting that inner voice — the insecure one who saps all our energy, makes us question ourselves. Boundaries enable us in lots of wonderful ways, not least they enable us to replace ten decisions with one, replace self-doubt with self-respect.

When we know where the edge of the cliff is, it stops the fear of the unknown edge from controlling us.

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Nobody heard it, the inexorable crawl
Gravel crunching under tyres creeping,
slowly gathering speed,
And inside he lay sleeping

Close-by they were seen gathering
under trees and makeshift awnings
It could have been the rain
driving them from the usual place
That morning

Yet standing close to them
You would see some eyes darting,
some smarting, and weeping
As, drowned out, it slipped from the edge
And still he lay sleeping

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From ‘Great Circle’, an amazing story by Maggie Shipstead. I take this as a comment on how hard it is to stay present, even when things are so beautiful.

There’s something melancholic about it, but I also take it as reassurance. We may get lost, but there is always more; there is always another opportunity to be present, always another here, here — always another now, now.

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Laurie Wilson

Laurie Wilson

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Indexing my inner space explorations. Borrowing from others who’ve done the same.