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Sophie Siem's avatar

Wow this is such a beautiful read 🙏🏽 That Mary Oliver poem! The context in which you first read it and your response perfectly captures the profound power of poetry. Thank you for all the nuggets of wisdom you share - I feel so inspired to incorporate more poetry into my life

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Chris Cordry, LMFT's avatar

Glad you felt inspired, Sophie! Yes, "Wild Geese" is one of my favorites. If you like Mary Oliver, her collection Devotions is a great one to dig into. Thanks so much for your encouraging feedback :)

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Sophie Siem's avatar

Going to check it out 🙏🏽😊

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Stephen Amelia's avatar

I love everything about this post 🙌

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Chris Cordry, LMFT's avatar

Thanks!

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Lucy's avatar

I agree. I read poetry after morning meditation. It slows time and expands my heart, helping me relate to the external world with more patience and compassion.

I love Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver.

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Chris Cordry, LMFT's avatar

Ah, reading poetry after meditation sounds like a great practice. I feel like I know what you mean about slowing time, too!

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Ishan Shanavas's avatar

Banger read. Loved this one, both the draft and final essay.

Invictus by William Ernest Henley is a great poem.

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Kelly Davis's avatar

Thanks for sharing this poem, Ishan. <3

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Ishan Shanavas's avatar

My pleasure. I love this poem, and I think others will resonate with it as well :)

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Lucy's avatar

I love this poem as well:

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely

the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

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Ishan Shanavas's avatar

Wow Lucy, that's very powerful! Thanks for sharing <3

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Lucy's avatar

I think those are the closing lines to MO’s Wild Geese. Wendell Berry has a beautiful poem with the same title, Wild Geese:

Geese appear high over us,

pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,

as in love or sleep, holds

them to their way, clear,

in the ancient faith: what we need

is here. And we pray, not

for new earth or heaven, but to be

quiet in heart, and in eye

clear. What we need is here.

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Chris Cordry, LMFT's avatar

It's great the both Oliver's and Berry's "Wild Geese" are such lovely poems.

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Chris Cordry, LMFT's avatar

Thanks, Ishan! And thanks for sharing "Invictus." Reminds me a bit of Kipling's "If" in that Victorian Stoicism :)

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Rick Lewis's avatar

I remember actually writing poetry on scrap paper I'd snuck into my geometry workbook in class. The teacher used to praise my diligent work ethic as she could only see me scribbling away in the back of the room, but I was learning anything, except where my heart lie. I'd eventually go to her and say I didn't understand and then she'd explain it to me, convinced I was doing my best. I was. Just not with geometry. Does writing poetry count?

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Chris Cordry, LMFT's avatar

Ha, I did the same thing in math class. Clearly we did not have geometric temperaments :)

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