Starfish
In the sea rocks,
   in the stone pockets
      under the tide’s lip,
         in water dense as blindness
they slid
   like sponges,
      like too many thumbs.
         I knew this, and what I wanted
was to draw my hands back
   from the water –– what I wanted
      was to be willing 
         to be afraid.
But I stayed there,
   I crouched on the stone wall
      while the sea poured its harsh song
         through the sluices,
while I waited for the gritty lightning 
   of their touch, while I stared
      down through the tide’s leaving
         where sometimes i could see them ––
their stubborn flesh
   lounging on my knuckles.
      What good does it do
         to lie all day in the sun
loving what is easy?
   It never grew easy,
      but at least I grew peaceful:
         all summer
my fear diminished
   as they bloomed through the water
      like flowers, like flecks
         of an uncertain dream,
while I lay on the rocks, reaching
   into the darkness, learning
      little by little to love
         our only world. 

Poem written by Mary Oliver

Starfish

In the sea rocks,

   in the stone pockets

      under the tide’s lip,

         in water dense as blindness

they slid

   like sponges,

      like too many thumbs.

         I knew this, and what I wanted

was to draw my hands back

   from the water –– what I wanted

      was to be willing 

         to be afraid.

But I stayed there,

   I crouched on the stone wall

      while the sea poured its harsh song

         through the sluices,

while I waited for the gritty lightning 

   of their touch, while I stared

      down through the tide’s leaving

         where sometimes i could see them ––

their stubborn flesh

   lounging on my knuckles.

      What good does it do

         to lie all day in the sun

loving what is easy?

   It never grew easy,

      but at least I grew peaceful:

         all summer

my fear diminished

   as they bloomed through the water

      like flowers, like flecks

         of an uncertain dream,

while I lay on the rocks, reaching

   into the darkness, learning

      little by little to love

         our only world. 

Poem written by Mary Oliver

Art response journal to active listening. This was a process I used to “digest” the experiences of others. Through it, I found I felt more connected to the speaker as well as larger humanity. I also found that if a particular story stuck with me, this was a good process of letting go. **The dialogue in the image is not an actual dialogue. It is completely made up and exaggerated.

Art response journal to active listening. This was a process I used to “digest” the experiences of others. Through it, I found I felt more connected to the speaker as well as larger humanity. I also found that if a particular story stuck with me, this was a good process of letting go. **The dialogue in the image is not an actual dialogue. It is completely made up and exaggerated.

Inspired by Pat Allen’s Open Studio Process:
Set an intention, create art, witness your own work through journaling, sharing your work, etc. 
"The art and writing tasks of the Studio Process access the unlimited potential of the Creative Source, support healing change and clarify life situations. Simple engagement with drawing, painting, and sculpture serve as a technology of the sacred, available to anyone at any point in life, with any level of art experience." -Pat Allen

Inspired by Pat Allen’s Open Studio Process:

Set an intention, create art, witness your own work through journaling, sharing your work, etc. 

"The art and writing tasks of the Studio Process access the unlimited potential of the Creative Source, support healing change and clarify life situations. Simple engagement with drawing, painting, and sculpture serve as a technology of the sacred, available to anyone at any point in life, with any level of art experience." -Pat Allen

On sacred geometry and quantum physics:
"These geometries are the technology by which the un-manifest universe unfolds into the manifest physical and metaphysical universe…As the flower unfold, it is the assertion of a deeper order of reality….Symbols and images are our means of engaging the forces of spirit and creation."
-Robert D. Waterman from Mandala of the Soul

On sacred geometry and quantum physics:

"These geometries are the technology by which the un-manifest universe unfolds into the manifest physical and metaphysical universe…As the flower unfold, it is the assertion of a deeper order of reality….Symbols and images are our means of engaging the forces of spirit and creation."

-Robert D. Waterman from Mandala of the Soul