So, like a rising tide of awareness unlearnt I am becoming aware. But it’s driven up from an internal and external consciousness. That liminal gap or finite and infinite place of refining and evolving.
It’s untapped by most and it is unplumbable. Its depth is Infinite.
I am connected to the idea of the #hive as the #bees 🐝 are a perfect example to us. But would we ever listen to the wing beat of a better way. They work as one body.
Although hideously disillusioned and very pessimistic, I am in fact the happiest and at my most honest to myself I have ever been. Freudian theory is storming back in. I would however like to place all philosophical theories into a sphere of consideration and no more. I had a clear vision where all philosophy was a child’s constructed sand castle sat on the shoreline of an incoming tide.
#CCCUPIL20 crowd sourced poem
So, there I sit waiting to be introduced. Thinking, what can I possibly say to this room of academics and students? What value is there in my role @CCCU and innovation within the butterfly flame?
On the dawn of the new year and the plans and hopes ahead. Thomas Delahunt reflects and asks the community of butterflies to respond. Using the poem “draw away to see”, the community is asked to give back a reflection on their present feelings. This will then allow for a poem to be constructed from these voices, images and words.
On the dawn of THEawards Francesca Hufton reflects on her very first symposium. She understands, engages and reflects the ethos of the butterfly flame beautifully. I adore how this small organic community continues to grow.
‘We hit a giant – a poem which enabled us to share our ‘disappointing’ feelings and helped us recognise we should continue….
This is why..
I sometimes question the value of connection. The value of employment. The value of love. But today I met a good new friend, we spoke about the awards night and he said how he appreciated being part of the poetry chatter. Not realising that the most recent blog was his influence this time.
Existing and loving the poetic ether of another year of a community, forming and disbanding like a flower that blooms for just a day. We have had the third year of the #poeticnursingheart and it was again a very special space for those who felt called to come and share the vulnerabilities of the disclosed self.
We came together and we shared a very beautiful space of poetry and comfortable silence.
This week has been spent thinking, reflecting, and preparing for the next poetry symposium. I have looked all the way back to the opening blogs available on the blog space
