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from the high plains, the canyons, the rivers and sacred Black Hills of western South Dakota
original reflections, musings, poems, insights, questions, inspirations, whimsy and more
from the high plains, the canyons, the rivers and sacred Black Hills of western South Dakota
original reflections, musings, poems, insights, questions, inspirations, whimsy and more
2018 An Unexpected Year
Maybe it is because I'm a planner with lots on my to-do lists, that I was given a reprieve for the year. A "gap" year, so to speak, to pause and listen to that still small voice inside before moving ahead with more plans and projects. At the beginning of each year I ask for a word to guide me. For this year my word was "storytelling." It seemed an arduous task. It has taken on a form and a life of it's own. Storytelling asked of me lots of quiet, reflective time before uttering a word or writing a phrase. It's a truth telling activity, sometimes demanding me to stop trying to be tactful and diplomatic - and afraid - and start saying what I want to say to be true to myself. I have found a new me emerging; imagine that! My story that I'm telling actually began in October 2017 when I had a most unexpected event. I had a stroke, not caused by any physical abnormality, but caused fully and absoluely by an emotional reaction. Extraordinary happenings, amazing resources, and the most profound people came into my life at precisely the right moment. And thus my storytelling embodied itself.
This unexpected year continues.......click on the blog tab above and join me......
Maybe it is because I'm a planner with lots on my to-do lists, that I was given a reprieve for the year. A "gap" year, so to speak, to pause and listen to that still small voice inside before moving ahead with more plans and projects. At the beginning of each year I ask for a word to guide me. For this year my word was "storytelling." It seemed an arduous task. It has taken on a form and a life of it's own. Storytelling asked of me lots of quiet, reflective time before uttering a word or writing a phrase. It's a truth telling activity, sometimes demanding me to stop trying to be tactful and diplomatic - and afraid - and start saying what I want to say to be true to myself. I have found a new me emerging; imagine that! My story that I'm telling actually began in October 2017 when I had a most unexpected event. I had a stroke, not caused by any physical abnormality, but caused fully and absoluely by an emotional reaction. Extraordinary happenings, amazing resources, and the most profound people came into my life at precisely the right moment. And thus my storytelling embodied itself.
This unexpected year continues.......click on the blog tab above and join me......
Welcoming 2017
Sophie and me on the farm
For those of you who have joined me on this journey of expression, you already know that I love to write. I love the way words and context create worlds that seem to demand to be seen rather than only living in my mind. I write because I must write. And when there are no words I go for a walk and listen. When words come again, words that want to enter my own awareness, I write again. I share some writings. Others percolate for a long time before they become an idea, a quest, a window into another reality. I know that what I write is merely this one woman's perspective, and yet, in the world that we inhabit, I believe it is important. As I write perhaps I will spark a memory within you or inspire your own poem or reflection. Or maybe my written words will only have significance for me and simply the act of expressing may be what matters.
I really am not the one who determines the impact; I am merely the scribe.
I believe that your perspective is important in our world, too. We are so complex and multi-nuanced and have so much to gain by listenting to each other. The depths of any one being may only be revealed in the presence of a kind and compassionate listener. Listening to our muddled and half formed beliefs, our convictions and our confusions, our fears, our love, our longings and dreams, changes both the one who expresses and the one who listens.
I hope that my writings and my photos may stir something within you. Perhaps we each will enliven and inspire ourselves and others this new year. Shall we speak and listen together?
May all good things be yours!
Phyllis
All content copyrighted by Phyllis Boernke, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved. Please contact me for permission to quote or reproduce content in any form. Thank you!
Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so?
Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
- Oliver Wendrll Holmes
I really am not the one who determines the impact; I am merely the scribe.
I believe that your perspective is important in our world, too. We are so complex and multi-nuanced and have so much to gain by listenting to each other. The depths of any one being may only be revealed in the presence of a kind and compassionate listener. Listening to our muddled and half formed beliefs, our convictions and our confusions, our fears, our love, our longings and dreams, changes both the one who expresses and the one who listens.
I hope that my writings and my photos may stir something within you. Perhaps we each will enliven and inspire ourselves and others this new year. Shall we speak and listen together?
May all good things be yours!
Phyllis
All content copyrighted by Phyllis Boernke, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved. Please contact me for permission to quote or reproduce content in any form. Thank you!
Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so?
Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
- Oliver Wendrll Holmes
