I feel great joy to be able to walk down the street to teach at the Chaplaincy Institute of Maine, the school I started in 2002. It is a privilege to meet the new first-year students, and to reconnect with the second-year students.
They are brave souls, willing to ask themselves the essential question, Who am I? Their courage inspires me to continue to ask the question of myself. Together we look at the old roles we played, as described in the Victim Triangle.
The Victim, the Rescuer/Caretaker, and Perpetrator/Judge may not be as far behind us as we like. But awareness sends us on our way out of the old triangle - and its cloying cobwebs - into the freedom of unlimited potential.
Wilde Chapel Day of Remembrance
I was pleased to officiate at this annual event hosted by the Friends of Evergreen cemetery. The old stone chapel has unique yellow bricks inside, which reflect the candles especially lit for the service. I described our gathering as a neighborhood of grief and love that we created to remember those we have lost.
I concluded by reading this poem that was written by my mother who died several years ago.
A U T U M N
Dear dying year, you lay upon my heart
The distillation you have made of all
The seasons’ yesterdays which yet are part
And glory of this afternoon of fall.
The leaves, sere brown and gold and russet, rest
In random heaps, in corners by the gate.
And I, in passing, cannot bear the test
And weep. For you, who have surrendered, wait
In beauty for the coming of the cold.
But I? I cry and ache a little more
Each passing hour. The memories I hold
March bravely in my heart. I want to store
Them to be sure their colors, flying high,
Escort my soul beyond the day I die.
I am pleased to announce that my new book We’re Gainin’:
Collins Brook, A Maine Free School A Memoir
will be published this spring by Dorrance Press.
Daily Meditation Gift of Participation:
Individual meetings for students in my home office sanctuary.
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From the meditation at the beginning of Chapter 8
Living Our Essence:
I watch myself breathing in and out.
Now I watch the one who watches.