Thank you for sharing, Ian. The idea of unclasping our clenched fist really resonated with me. How often do we shut ourselves off, trying to protect ourselves out of fear? I know I’ve done that. But reading this poem makes me want to reach out – not just to nature, but to those quiet moments of connection that help remind us of who we really are and our shared humanity.
I wonder if there’s even the possibility of not surrendering to the What’s Beyond Us? Seems we surrender willingly, with peace and trust in our hearts, or we surrender kicking and screaming in duress…
Thank you for the beautiful poem that asks me to surrender to Divinity. Lovely to have this request & the reminder of Michelangelo’s breathtaking ceiling. I remember standing under that ceiling some years ago, amazed at the scale of the painting & the tenderness of those hands 🙏❤️🥰☮️
Beautiful poem. If you can find a photo of the work of art to which you refer I’d love to see if it comes close to the body art of lorikeets (ha ha). Seriously, I can recall it, and well done you for attaching this poem to the symbol.
Beautiful Ian, I am touched by "to unclasp, the fist of our recoiling" when did we recoil from nature, from the divine with a clenched fist, where did this all start? Something for me to ponder today :)
Thank you for this - "Calls to us/To unclasp/The fist of our recoiling" - and for all that the natural wildness calls to us. I hope the rains are not a deluge. Peace, Ian.
Thanks Hans...lots and lots of rain and flooding...where we are is safe, and Brisbane (where some of our kids are) is bracing for big floods...but everyone well prepared. Bless you mate.
Stay safe, Ian 🙏✨🥰 Thank you for this beautiful contemplation
Thank you. 💕
Thank you for sharing, Ian. The idea of unclasping our clenched fist really resonated with me. How often do we shut ourselves off, trying to protect ourselves out of fear? I know I’ve done that. But reading this poem makes me want to reach out – not just to nature, but to those quiet moments of connection that help remind us of who we really are and our shared humanity.
I wonder if there’s even the possibility of not surrendering to the What’s Beyond Us? Seems we surrender willingly, with peace and trust in our hearts, or we surrender kicking and screaming in duress…
Thank you for this poem, Ian! ❤️
Thank you Bill. I know I have been through the kicking and screaming version that pushed me to the edge of finally surrendering. 🙏🏼
Lovely poem! Reminding us to be humble and grateful for what we are provided with. Stay safe!
Thank you Barbara🙏🏼
Thank you for the beautiful poem that asks me to surrender to Divinity. Lovely to have this request & the reminder of Michelangelo’s breathtaking ceiling. I remember standing under that ceiling some years ago, amazed at the scale of the painting & the tenderness of those hands 🙏❤️🥰☮️
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Beautiful poem. If you can find a photo of the work of art to which you refer I’d love to see if it comes close to the body art of lorikeets (ha ha). Seriously, I can recall it, and well done you for attaching this poem to the symbol.
May you be safe🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Thank you Lisa.🙏🏼. We are...storm has passed...now lots of rain with little wind.
Happy to hear that 🙏🏻
It’s always so profound reading your contemplations. Thank you and be safe, Ian.🙏🏽
Beautiful Ian, I am touched by "to unclasp, the fist of our recoiling" when did we recoil from nature, from the divine with a clenched fist, where did this all start? Something for me to ponder today :)
Thanks Gillian. May you ponder well. 🙂
Be safe and thank you Ian. It is such a lovely poem🍃
Thank you Julie. ❤️
Thank you for this - "Calls to us/To unclasp/The fist of our recoiling" - and for all that the natural wildness calls to us. I hope the rains are not a deluge. Peace, Ian.
Thanks Hans...lots and lots of rain and flooding...where we are is safe, and Brisbane (where some of our kids are) is bracing for big floods...but everyone well prepared. Bless you mate.