hi alan, thank you muchly (!) for this great story. i felt the need to blog it at easily amazed... have a peek if you wish.
warm regards, ashley http://ashleycoop.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_ashleycoop_archive.html#1094319780 88924650 > [Original Message] > From: Alan Stewart <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Date: 9/3/2004 3:52:54 AM > Subject: Re: Poetry Celebration and Contest > > G'day Joelle and All > > My congratulations to you on your enchanting poem about 'you'. > > Looking forward to more kindling of our imagination from > the Pacific Northwest forest ... > > Alan > Adelaide > > PS Here is something which I noticed recently and have found helpful. > > > On patience with one's gradual growth ... respecting the rhythm of the > spirit > > I remembered one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark of a tree, > just as the butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come > out. I waited a while but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. > > I bent over it a breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I > could and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster than life. The > case opened, the butterfly started slowly crawling out and I shall never > forget my horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled. > The wretched butterfly tried with its whole trembling body to unfold them. > > Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath. In vain. It needed to > be hatched out patiently and the unfolding of the wings should be a gradual > process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the > butterfly to appear, all crumpled before its time. It struggled desperately > and, a few seconds later, died in the palm of my hand. > > That little body is, I do believe, the greatest weight I have on my > conscience. For I realise that it is a mortal sin to violate the great laws > of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should > confidently obey the eternal rhythm. > > I sat on a rock to absorb this New Year's thought. Ah, if only that little > butterfly could always flutter before me to show me the way. > > > (Zorba the Greek) > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Jeff Aitken" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Thursday, September 02, 2004 4:10 AM > Subject: Poetry Celebration and Contest > > > > The world on fire burns with a green flame: > > I will not trade a precious moment > > of the chaos, joy and pain > > for a life with no surprises, > > for a day with no time > > to let you in. > > > > (from her poem Portals) > > > > Joelle Lyons Everett is now Poet Laureate of the OSLIST, with her gorgeous > poem rooted in the Pacific Northwest forest. If memory serves, this is the > second time Joelle wears the crown of leaves. > > > > Thanks to everyone who read poems, wrote poems, and/or submitted "virtual > sticky dots" to support poems of this season's Celebration and Contest. > > * > * > ========================================================== > [email protected] > ------------------------------ > To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, > view the archives of [email protected]: > http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html > > To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: > http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected]: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist
