\nWhen a wild god arrives at our door... do we just shut it, or could we find a way to let the wildness in? What would it take to inhabit the 'wild' end of the wild-civilised polarity in a way that honours our lives, brings us to life, includes it - so that our wildness does not only live in the shadows but can live in our conversations, our creativity, the way we dance, and the way we respond to the vast mystery we're all in the middle of (but which we often hide away from)? And could it be that by including the wildness within us and between us, rather than pretending it isn't there, we give ourselves a chance to respond with courage and openness to the call of the world around us?
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\nThis week's Turning Towards Life conversation begins with an extraordinary poem by Tom Hirons and is hosted, as always, by Lizzie Winn and Justin Wise of Thirdspace.
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\nHere's our source for this week:
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\nSometimes a Wild God
\nTom Hirons
\nhttps://tomhirons.com/poetry/sometimes-a-wild-god
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\nSometimes a wild god comes to the table.
\nHe is awkward and does not know the ways
\nOf porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
\nHis voice makes vinegar from wine.
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\nWhen the wild god arrives at the door,
\nYou will probably fear him.
\nHe reminds you of something dark
\nThat you might have dreamt,
\nOr the secret you do not wish to be shared.
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\nHe will not ring the doorbell;
\nInstead he scrapes with his fingers
\nLeaving blood on the paintwork,
\nThough primroses grow
\nIn circles round his feet.
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\nYou do not want to let him in.
\nYou are very busy.
\nIt is late, or early, and besides\u2026
\nYou cannot look at him straight
\nBecause he makes you want to cry.
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\nYou can read the whole of this wonderful poem at Tom\u2019s website
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\nPhoto by Max Saeling on Unsplash
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