Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
- (Sufi Poet Rumi)

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Going to Central America

Later this week I will be traveling to Honduras and then to Guatemala on a Compassionate Conservation trip. During this time I will be consulting as an avian veterinarian in parrot conservation and also supporting the human dimensions of wildlife conservation. Though my schedule is full of "doing this and that" and "projects" the bottom line is, "how shall I love the world, in this place, with these people and birds?" "How shall I keep my heart open to the birds and people, though life is struggling so hard to break through the suffering and loss present in these ecosystems and communities?"

I will twitter to this blog, and my other blogs, when I can. Though I imagine given the remote areas, I will be taking a break from writing here on Compassionate Communication, and be living Compassionate Conservation in the space that opens up for me.

Blessed Beings,

LoraKim Joyner

Spring Into Love


Mary Oliver


a black bear

has just risen from sleep

and is staring

down the mountain.

All night

in the brisk and shallow restlessness

of early spring

I think of her..

There is only one question:

how to love this world.

I think of her


like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against

the silence

of the trees

Whatever else

my life is

with its poems

and its music

and its glass cities,

It is also this dazzling darkness


down the mountain,

breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her-

her white teeth,

her wordlessness,

her perfect love.

Mary, my favorite poet, has finally you've nailed it down to one question, although just a few poems ago, her question was, what is a soul? Perhaps this comes out of the question, "how to love the world." The question is not how to be loved? Why me? Why not me? Or how shall I die and when? How shall I best meet my needs? In the asking, I feel empowerment. In the asking, we give ourselves a choice. Now, this moment, we choose how to love. Shall it be wordlessly like the bear? Watching like in so many of Mary's poems? Reading this poem? In Compassionate Communication we may ask this same question in this way, "how shall I connect to the world and consider all being needs?" Or, how shall I keep my heart open, even in the direst of circumstances when my needs are not met?

How do you love the world?