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2020 Apr 16 - Olivier Kervernphoto Olivier Kervern

THE DAILY ROUND

 

In the Time of Pandemic

And the people stayed home.

And they listened, and read books, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.

And they listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed.

And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.

— Kitty O’Meara

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Then, I was struck again by O’Meara’s words in an article that , a culture editor at OprahMag.Com wrote about her poem.

“We can wallow where we are or we can see the invitations. Anything that you can tap into that allows your feelings to be expressed creatively will do that for you. You will feel better on the other end of it. You will be changed.” — Kitty O’Meara

 went on to write, “O’Meara is not an expert on dealing with this global crisis, she says. She’s just another person, trying to find grace in the free-fall.”

And I say, “Amen. Me too.” Thank you so much for your deeply profound heartfelt words, and for sharing this beautiful piece of art with the world, Kitty O’Meara…thank you.”
—J.

#life
#poetry
#healing
#changing
#pandemic
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photo Marta Bevacqua

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Why do we no longer crave the simple pleasures in life?
For me, I can’t think of any better way to spend a Sunday afternoon…
than just lying on a hill, in a field of flowers with quiet eyes, drinking it all in.

— J.

#flowers
#simple pleasuresImage: Instagram.com
Poem: hellopoetry.com

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He watched for you every day
from the confines of his small, concrete, oceanview balcony.
His empty world created by success and personal achievements
was broken and barred by the pain of a fractured relationship.
He was a prisoner, slowly wasting away.

But you, you were alive and free.

Unlike him, you were thriving.
The beach was your endless avenue
its unobstructed view had no limitations.
Your bare feet, unrestricted, caressed the soft sand with each step
and your clothing gently enveloped you without tension.
You traveled light
You were uninhibited and free.

He called you, “Dreamer” and he looked for you every day.

— J.

#poetry

2016-nov-6-girl-by-the-sea-5-adeline-spenglerphotos Adeline Spengler

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