re-imagine and re-story your life and work

Igno van Niekerk and Tina Konstant (story mates)
kindly recorded the zoom launch. Here tis.
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Dear writer, storyteller, reader, lover of words,
images, silences…

Thank you for those who have subscribed to the
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remains open to all.
Why do you live on the bank of the river?’ ‘Because a
poem is a revelation, and it is by the brink of running
water that poetry is revealed to the mind.’
(The Salmon of Knowledge)

Sure they called it Ireland
I wonder what Ireland conjours for you? The country has been in the news,
given the 2023 Rugby World Cup. While I share no blood ties, as it does for
many, Ireland inhabits my psyche and imagination. This month John Gnodde, singer and song writer and I offered a late Sunday sundowner in Pringle Bay.
John’s repertoire included Rare old Times, Molly Malone, Carrickfergus,
Maggie, Wild Rover, Parting Glass and Danny Boy. (a police officer Charlie
MCKenna said ‘Danny Boy to be sung at my funeral mass. If not I’ll get up
and walk out.’)
I interlaced the lyrics with poetry, myth, (Finn McCool and the Salmon of
Knowledge) and excepts from novels. We both sprinkled in the odd classic
Irish mirth. I included stanzas from the Irish greats. (Do yourself a favour
and look up the poems, whole and entire unto themselves)

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Thank you for those who have subscribed to the monthly letter (Aug 23
– July 24 R240) I cherish your support. You can still do so if you wish.
The letter remains open to all.

Although we seem to be separate individuals, in reality we are all
expressions of one primal imagination (Timothy Freke)

One or Two or One-Two?
Living in Pringle Bay in a biosphere brings many blessings. Baboons live
here too and often forage fynbos berries in the village. The odd rogue
can be a food snatcher. A long-lived controversy. Are the baboons
welcome or not? How do we keep our houses safe from rogue baboon
raids?

There are those openly hostile. There are those who welcome and name
these creatures though don’t wish to offer hospitality. So, how does
this difference manifest? It seems the one side might emerge from the
Biblical injunction, that we are lords of creation. Gen. 1 26-31. ‘And
God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let
them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the
air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every
creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.’

The wider view perhaps links us to First Nations such as the Bushman
where we are all one, part of something bigger and that the human
being does not have any elevated status in relation to all the other
fauna and flora. That spirit of life is in everything. We are ecosystem
(echosystem?)

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To a few fam and fiends

Wrote this Rainbow poem as part of the film music concert this and next Sunday afternoon.. I read it and then the song follows on clarinet cello violin piano

The other poem, Swing Time written many years ago, will start the programme.

These musicians are something else

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Heartspace Publications, Australia invites you to the zoom launch: …’a biography and poetic travelogue; it is wisdom; it is esoteric; it is funny. Spirituality gets Dorian’s attention, as does nature, philosophy, psychology, animals, dreams…This innovative approach also serves as a creative writing manual, a sequelto his The Writer’s Voice -1998 – backblurb

RSVP Dorian 27 82 873 6802 for link Sun 4 June noon SA time
www.heartspacepublications.com
pat@heartspacebooks.com Tel; +61
450260348 434 pages R395

Gratitude for Gravity and R for Research

One of the many illusions we live by is that earth and sea are layered in 3-
sky earth and underearth. Not a land and water ball whistle-whirling
through space. We seldom think of us as stuck sideways or upside down on
our planet or of the seas (apart for a touch of moon-tidal tug) stuck to the
revolving earth. Nothing falling into space. I think of the word gravitas and
grave and all the derivatives.

Pat Grayson invites you to a launch
1.Pringle Bay Sat 6 May @ Menucha 16.00-17.30
2.Somerset West Fri 12 May @ The Playhouse 15.00- 16.30
3.Zoom Sun 21 May 12.00-13.00 SA time
wine and snacks (not on Zoom alas)
RSVP Dorian 27 82 873 6802

The Anatomy of a Story
This letter arrives fresh from a ZenPen retreat at Temenos in McGregor
with its Garden of the Beloved. Participants created a 7 bead bracelet, each
bead representing a stage in the writing process. Each begins with the
letter R. (adapted from Henriette Klauser, a writing teacher’s 5 R’s.) I
thought to go for 7.
People often ask where I get stories so I’m sharing my approach – the way a
story builds in the hope that this might clarify your story process. Creating
then Crafting. Here is the story that arrived via these seven beads:

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Stop Press- Zen Pen: A Writing, Being & Meditation Retreat
@ Temenos McGregor 31 March – 3 April 2023 (see end of letter)

The World is made of Stories

The universe is made up of stories, not atoms (Muriel Rukeyser, poet)
“Of course it is made of atoms. That’s one of our important stories… What other stories make our world?” (Loy) This month I wish to pay tribute to David Loy, a Zen teacher, author of The Great Awakening, The Dharma of Dragons and Daemons and this book (2010), my Story Bible bought six years ago.

Many of us know the story of two small fish swimming along encountering the big fish, who asks Are you enjoying the water? When he
passes, one whispers to the other what is water? We, immersed in stories, confuse our chosen story for reality. Here is Loy on this all-
encompassing world:“ The limits of my stories are the limits of my world. Like the fish that cannot see the water they swim in. We do not notice the medium we dwell within, unaware that… we experience them as the world, but we can change the water. When our accounts of the world become different, the world becomes different.

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I have woven a parachute out of everything broken, my scars are my shield: and I jump, daylight or dark into any country (William Stafford)

Bread Crumb words
This month this book fell of the shelf insisting  ‘Read me now.’ One of the analogies Wolynn evokes is the fairy tale Hansel and Gretel. They leave a trail of breadcrumbs so they can find their way home from the witch’s cottage.

He echoes my core belief:

“In many ways healing from trauma is akin to creating a poem. Both
require the right timing, the right words, and the right image. When
these elements align something meaningful is set into motion that can
be felt in the body. To heal, our pacing must be in tune. If we arrive
too quickly at an image, it might not take root. If the words that
comfort us arrive too early, we might not be ready to take them in. If
the words aren’t precise, we might not hear them or resonate with
them at all.

Over the course of my practice as a teacher and workshop leader, I’ve combined the insights and methods gained from my training in inherited family trauma, with my knowledge of the crucial role of language. I call this the core language approach. Using specific questions, I help people discover the root cause behind the physical and emotional symptoms that keep them mired. And uncovering the right language not only exposes the trauma it also unveils the tools and images needed for healing.”

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The Quest in Questions ???

What are the essential questions we need to ask? How would we answer the woman in the cartoon? What of Spanish poet Antonio Machado’s ‘I said to myself “What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?”’ (I love the Spanish ¿ at the beginning of a question or exclamation).

Or Mary Oliver:
“Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do.” with your one wild and precious life? And Isiah’s vision “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”

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From Acorn to Oak Leaves

one of 4000 oaks at Oak Valley Elgin
For the past few months on Zoom, and in person, I have been working with writers around the theme of expanding a text – a line, image or phrase (the acorn) from another writer. We open this into our personal story, a memory or a current writing project. (oak leaves) So this is writing as a response.
The idea comes from the Maverick Jungian, James Hillman’s The Soul’s Code (1997). We hold the potential for unique possibilities inside us as an acorn holds the pattern of an oak.

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The art of Ageing

an aged man (woman) is but a paltry thing,
a tattered coat upon a stick, unless
soul clap his hands and sing and louder sing
for every tatter in its mortal dress. (Yeats)

Recently a good friend, Gerald, needing to leave their home in Pringle Bay, gifted some of his books. The Art of Aging. came my way. I wonder what art means in this context, the art of anything? Creativity, imagination, focus, balance, perspective, awareness, selection, proportion, passion, framing – all of these?
Here is a Chinese proverb about books. So here is gold dust from this book so you can believe or offer Coleridge’s ‘willing suspension of disbelief’ to the book:
‘When the 93 year old cellist Pablo Casals was asked why he continued to practice his instrument for three hours a day, he wryly responded, ‘I’m beginning to notice some improvement.’
‘… As I grow older, thinking about death through all my melancholy there arises a profound sense of acceptance. A recognition of the fragility and impermanence … as Montaigne observed, death is only a few bad moments at the end of life…. ‘
‘My relationship with the world is shifting from outer to inner concerns. Joy, silence, stillness, and contemplation are becoming more important… My attention now has an inward thrust….I find a growing satisfaction in the observation of small things. How the wind is moving through the boughs of a tree, how the tide advances at the water’s edge… Years ago, I took delight in traveling….. Now a few yards of an autumnal hedge row is enough looking at the color of the silvering branches… the flight of birds settling in the naked branches of a tree and the shining lacquered surface of a puddle of water. ‘