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<HR ALIGN=CENTER SIZE="3" WIDTH="95%"><B>Von: </B>Jeff Aitken <magic.teams@hotmail.com><BR>
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<B>Datum: </B>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 07:54:44 -0700<BR>
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<B>Betreff: </B>Poem: I Must<BR>
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Forwarding this short piece and poem, which was posted to the Art of Hosting list by Tenneson Woolf. It reminds me of Harrison's old phrase "crossing the Open Space", that act of diving into the unknown, often whether we feel ready or not:<BR>
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"I have been reading poetry written by my grandmother. My daughter and I are compiling them into a book. It is great delight to read these with Zoe, my soon to be 13 year-old. Grandma, Lena Ross, died this past April. She was a feminist, a visionary, a gifted leader, a tough warrior, a beautiful midwife. She was a host before we began speaking of hosting.<BR>
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In this poem, I love the sense of inner awakening that she speaks. And perhaps a little on what we speak of as the chaordic path.<BR>
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A little offering to the center – this poem by my grandma that speaks of a churning that I know in me and in each other in this hosting work."<BR>
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I MUST<BR>
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grow and I must stretch and<BR>
feel the unrest and discontent<BR>
with my own circumstances<BR>
no matter<BR>
how comfortable I have made them<BR>
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the need to grow begins to haunt me<BR>
when I grow too comfortable<BR>
I cannot explain it<BR>
nobody taught me how to explain it<BR>
there are no words<BR>
just the constant ache to expand a little<BR>
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and feeling that need<BR>
like a tooth that needs fixing<BR>
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and needing also some place in which to do it<BR>
and there being no arena for me, woman<BR>
child<BR>
and man too sometimes man – humanity<BR>
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and there being none<BR>
for my need and<BR>
the awful ignorance of how to fill it<BR>
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and I must fulfill<BR>
this need somehow<BR>
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from my not knowing any other way<BR>
I consciously and unconsciously must <BR>
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CREATE SOME CHAOS<BR>
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