I have been involved in a Somatic Leadership workshop in the East Bay, an area of Oakland a bit more active and diverse than where I live. Oddly, what stays with me are the three homeless men I saw each day.
The workshop participants were diverse also. Some felt they could only function in the cacophony in which we worked. I, on the other hand, need nature, silence, and solitude. I kept searching for a park, for something green.
Then this book arrived, emerging from the envelope with an air of serenity. Poetry.
Kingston writes: "If I were to make an hour for poetry every day, I would change my life."
How do I forget? Why is it so hard to offer that to myself? I've done it at times, made a commitment with another to do it, and, then, I let it slip away.
My intention is to cultivate awareness, and in that, I go in and out of words, and yet, when I read the language of poetry, I am lifted on the lips of soul.