For the first edition of ALTAR Adventure Club, a small but mighty group of us gathered for indoor Picnic and Poetry. Tracy Levy and I brought our favorite poems to the table, literally, and everyone chose two at random to co-create our poetry “menu” which we then took turns reading and relishing. We reveled in a flowing conversation that connected one poem to the next, and one woman to the next, like a string of pearls. It was a delicious experience in so many ways, and I’m still buzzing with the many flavors of the experience.
Poetry means so much to me that it’s almost hard to describe. Poems explain myself to me: lovingly, gently, surprisingly, shockingly, and every other way. I've been wanting to create a regular poetry gathering for a while, and I think we’ve finally landed on the formula. I’m happy to announce that we’ll be offering Potluck Poetry once a month going forward to continue this beautiful practice of sharing and savoring in the round. I look forward to that tremendously. But for now, I want to offer you a virtual version of Picnic and Poetry... to recreate the magic of it as a digital adventure for all of you who couldn’t be there in person.
Below, you’ll find a sort of smorgasbord in the form of poems paired with SoulCollage® images that came to mind as I read them. I’ve plucked some juicy lines for you to savor and encourage you to click on any of the links if you’d like a further taste (or to devour the whole poem). I’ve linked to the poet reading the work wherever possible.
I hope you enjoy this feast for the mind, heart, and soul.
Love,
Kathy
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The Facts of Life by Pádraig Ó Tuama
That life is real and if you can survive it, well, survive it well with love and art and meaning given where meaning’s scarce.
The Quiet Machine by Ada Limon
I’m learning so many different ways to be quiet…
What We Build by Sarah Kay
I spend most of my time wondering if I should be somewhere else.
So instead, I have learned to shape the words thank you with my first breath each morning, my last breath every night.
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Enough by David Whyte
Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life we have refused again and again until now.
Until now.
On Children by Kahlil Gibran
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
The Lanyard by Billy Collins
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart, strong legs, bones and teeth, and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered, and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp. And here, I wish to say to her now, is a smaller gift—not the worn truth
that you can never repay your mother,
Let it Heal by Ruth Forman
break the ground emerge clean and willing sorry and thankful new and quiet rejoice
Belonging by John O'Donohue
May you arise each day with a voice of blessing whispering in your heart May you find a harmony between your soul and your life
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