David Whyte is a poet, captivating lecturer, and corporate consultant. He h… Read Full Bio ↴David Whyte is a poet, captivating lecturer, and corporate consultant. He holds a degree in marine zoology; and has worked as a naturalist guide in the Galapagos Islands; led anthropological and natural history expeditions in Peru, Bolivia, and Chile; and subsequently traveled to India and the hinterlands of Nepal. In corporate settings, he uses poetry to bring an understanding of the process of change, helping clients to understand individual and organizational creativity, and to apply that understanding to vitalize and transform the workplace. He is the author of four volumes of poetry.

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Martina W

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I know this...
I have stood in that forest

That David Whyte spoke of
Silent
yet never so alive
seeing and knowing.
Trees bowing their branches…
to me.
Bending low
in acknowledgement and appreciation for
my life.
I bowing to them in gratitude
in that knowing
for their life.
They knew me.
I knew them.
Honoring each other
Seeing the other
Talking to each other for a long while
in silence.
I bow to your
sacredness,
we both said together

Both
feeling so deeply
within,
the other.

Our shared radiance
our equal light
shining.

Shining up at me,
shining down at me,
shining through.
Seen.
Shared.
in silence.
(I met John O’Donohue at a workshop in Kripalu after one of his talks, he said “I saw you shining up at me, from the audience”, he adding to my light in that moment. Such are the precious, moments to cherish…a tree, a poet, a bird, a walker in the woods, life’s trials and tribulations, giving to a homeless person, a seeing, a knowing, lending a kind word, to pass on, always, whenever we can, sharing, such in life.)

sltwitness

Very interesting concept. I am wondering how we can help a person that we love who has developed dementia--and has lost their practice of imagination--to restore it? Maybe there are new ways to help them make peace with the many percieved fragments of unfamiliariity surrounding them, to restore a sense of connection and belonging, and a sense of calm.