Saturday, October 2, 2010

Chiron Poetry Reading Conference Call

Dear Radical Readers,

You’re invited to share an online adventure with me, a reading of Poems to Heal the Healer: The 12 Chiron Signs. There's no charge to participate. Your only possible cost is to call in to Free Conference Call. (No charge for the conference/reading itself, but the access number is not toll- free.) Many of you have long distance bundled into your mobile phone or landline fees, so there’s no additional charge to you in those cases. Here are the details:



Tuesday, October 19, 2010
6:00 pm Pacific, 7:00 Mountain, 8:00 Central,
9:00 Eastern

By reservation only. Sign-up here with Chiron Poetry Reading in the subject header. Please state your name (at least your first name), location, and Chiron sign. (If you don’t know your Chiron sign, send your date, time and place of birth. I’ll look it up for you.) With this information, I can e-mail you follow-up materials and everything you need to participate. By knowing how many people are attending with each Chiron sign, I’ll have a hint in advance how to allot time for discussion. Here’s your chance to comment and ask questions about your Chiron sign and Chironic experiences!


Recommended reading
Poems to Heal the Healer: The 12 Chiron Signs

If you purchase the e-book beforehand (see sidebar), you’ll have the option of reading along and seeing the artwork for each poem.

Not sure yet if you want to buy the e-book? Here’s your chance to hear the poems and then decide if you’d enjoy having all 12 on separate pages with beautiful graphics, each suitable for framing for yourself or as a gift to a friend.

Instructions for call-in will be given to those who sign up along with the final conference agenda. The poetry reading call and discussion will last 1.5 hours. The abbreviated agenda:


• Introductions and brief discussion of poetry as a healing art

• Reading the first six poems for the Chiron signs (Aries through Virgo)

• Discussion of first six

• Reading the second six poems for the Chiron signs (Libra through Pisces)

• Discussion of second six

• Wrap-up



Time Zones Outside the US

The vast majority of Radical readers come from the US, but our readership is global. Currently, the top ten countries or regions of our readers by frequency of visits are the USA, UK, Canada, Australia, India, Netherlands, Sweden, Romania, and New Zealand.

It’s not logistically possible to cover all the time zones across the globe in one call, since it will be an odd hour for a large part of the world. (If you’re willing to call in the middle of your night at the currently scheduled time, you’re welcome!)

This first poetry reading will be accessible on a weeknight for most of our readers in the USA, Canada, and South America. If we have enough interest in other countries, I’ll do another reading at a time convenient to other time zones. If you’re interested, e-mail me with the header Chiron Poems – Outside US. Please indicate your country and time zone, and I’ll keep you posted on whether there are enough takers to arrange another conference call at a time that works in the main for those who express an interest. I think we should be able to find enough support easily for a second call for the countries +/- an hour or two of GMT/Europe. Please also state your preference for time, such as weekday evening or weekend (Saturday or Sunday?).

I look forward to sharing these poems with you—and sharing our voices with each other! This is an intuitive and creative way to learn more about Chiron. I hope many of you will join us.



Blessings All,
Joyce



PS – If this works well for us, I may offer classes online through conference calls.

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Photo Credit: Hands Holding the Sun © Dumitru Andrei ~ Fotolia.com and Red Telephone © Alfonso De Stefano Dreamstime.com

3 comments:

libramoon said...

Chironic Vision

Part I

The future descends
from the fear-embroidered skies
the vision is of holocaust --
when everybody dies
A new day is dawning, but is it sun or storm?
We have a chance to make our mark
but is it right or wrong?
The military marches
The anti-warriors too
We take our stand in battle
The many and the few
Spinning tales of magic, of wizardry and fate
We want to know just how it ends before it's all too late
We sing our song too late
We right our wrongs too late
We want to know the date
To find a better fate

Can I tell you?
Can I help you to know or understand?
Can I utter the words that will make you see me?
Standing here before you, I want to take your hand
to be swirled up into a magical dancing
to be taken to worlds of beauty entrancing
to give you the will and the wonder to set you free.
Can you see me?

Plutonic Verse

As long as it matters that I exist
As long as I've something to go back to
As long as there is a community of which I am an integral part
The rest is just details
And though "the devil is in the details"
So are the gods.

One Hand Clapping

Is a reflection in a glass,
like moonlight,
half empty or half full
or, like moonlight
filled with the stuff of dreams?
What is the sound of moonlight
dripping onto the earth
down a silver stair?
What is the demand of dreamlight?
Emotion spilling onto sand or clay,
roaring like soundwaves?
Light coalescing into sound into waves into sea?
What is the demand of sky
of sea
of fire
dripping through the twilight?
Reflections
half moonlight, half mind.

Revelation

Weave into the fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.
Fall under the spell of pure magic.
Silent night, peace and cold
Imbue me with music
In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.

Joyce Mason said...

Thanks, Libra Moon, for sharing your poetry with us!

Anne said...

This poem is based on the archetype of the Wounded Healer, Chiron, who could not heal his own wound and so devoted himself to healing others.

Karmic Lament

I have opened so many doors
For others to walk through;
I have loved so often and well;
I have forgiven so many times
That the leafy shreds I use
To bind my wounds are worn as well and
Sigh for my deliverance.

Love, deliver me so that
I may be enveloped in your comfort;
Hold me in your lap.
This time, open the door for me;
Welcome me to surrender.
Welcome me to the care
Of a loving trust, for I cry,
Kneeling, bruised, weeping from
Wounds that seep so slowly
My breath is but a sutured sob.

And know, Love, that I cannot do
Again what I know I must.

© 2007 Anne