Aug 30, 2021 • 1M

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A deeper practice counter to the "attention economy"

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"Revisiting the same poem every day is the antithesis of the attention economy: instead of scrolling along the surface, I'm diving deep beneath it."

-Elliot Holt

Sometimes it's hard to know what to write. It's been a tough week (month, summer, season, year, almost two years…) to be a human on the planet. My kids have been back in school for two weeks. And it's been hard. Dis-ease is in the air we breathe, the common life we share. What is the solution? Where is the antidote? I still maintain it's found in the small and cultivating the deeper.  Smaller and deeper is the invitation to find joy in small delights. To make peace with small ideas, small actions, small ideas and know that small kind actions, ideas, and choices add up. Deeper is to center down, ask more questions, not be satisfied with easy answers, but willing to be challenged by complexity and shades of gray.

I read an article this week that feels like an invitation. It's a deeper practice. The article's author selects a poem at the beginning of every month and reads it aloud every day.

That's it.

Select a poem.

Read it every day for 30 days.

Diving deep beneath the surface, it does feel so contrary, so provocative, so edgy. Why stay with one poem when we could skim over 35 poems with just one quick google search. Between FOMO (the Fear Of Missing Out) and the ease at which information is literally in our hands 67% of the day. It IS edgy and countercultural to choose one poem and read it over and over and over again. To explore the depths. To see what lies beneath each word, line, and phase. To see how it unfolds over time and how it changes our seeing. What does happen when we walk with words rather than pass over them in search of the next word? 

I've selected When I am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver as my poem for September. I'm going to see what lies deeper among the trees. Join me?


Let me know in the comments if you would like to join me.  I made a recording of When I am Among the Trees. Press play above to listen.

  • Read this article: My Secret Weapon Against the Attention Economy

  • Join me in reading When I am Among the Tree? (Let me know in the comments- just click on the title, and it will take you to the webpage and comments!) 

  • You can listen to the recording I made of When I Am Among the Trees to get you started.

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When I am Among the Trees

By Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily. 

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

But walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, "Stay awhile."

the light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say, 

"and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine."

I love the creative practice of Haiku writing and Haibun sharing. This month represents two years of writing and sharing Haiku. It's also the 16th session we have recorded. I hope you'll take some time this week and listen in on our conversation. We each share our Haiku and write short responses to each Haiku. The synchronicity that happens in our Haikus and the reflections is always stunning and profound.

Listen to our Haiku Session on Profound Living.

The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate – Discoveries from a Secret World by Peter Wohlleben

This was a top read of the year a few years ago for me. Who knew that a book about trees could be so compelling? I see trees differently after reading this book. It is part science, part poetry, part meditation on humanity. The author works in old-growth forests in Europe and shares the learning and science that is emerging about how trees communicate and the community that they form.

A practice from Praying with Jane Eyre that I’m incorporating is jotting down phrases that catch my eye as I’m reading in a notebook, one after the other. She shared about a man who wrote quotes down in a collection and then used the collected quotes as his own sacred, reflective text.

Savor each quote. Let the invitation unfold.

"To counter the speed of our age, we're asked to open our hearts wherever we are. Even though, in the press of the modern world, such softness and openness can be mistaken for being lazy, aimless, and without purpose. But sometimes we need to drift and be aimless in order to disengage the frenzy of civilization and put down our worried agendas, so we can reconnect to the underlying reality that informs everything."

-Mark Nepo

“Whether we can somehow listen in on tree talk is a subject that was recently addressed in the specialized literature. Korean scientists have been tracking older women as they walk through forests and urban areas. The result? When the women were walking in the forest, their blood pressure, their lung capacity, and the elasticity of their arteries improved, whereas an excursion into town showed none of these changes. It's possible that phytoncides have a beneficial effect on our immune systems as well as the trees' health, because they kill germs. Personally, however, I think the swirling cocktail of tree talk is the reason we enjoy being out in the forest so much. At least when we are out in undisturbed forests.

Walkers who visit one of the ancient deciduous preserves in the forest I manage always report that their heart feels lighter and they feel right at home. If they walk instead through coniferous forests, which in Central Europe are mostly planted and are, therefore, more fragile, artificial places, they don't experience such feelings. Possibly it's because in ancient beech forests, fewer "alarm calls" go out, and therefore, most messages exchanged between trees are contented ones, and these messages reach our brains as well, via our noses. I am convinced that we intuitively register the forest's health.”
― Peter Wohlleben, The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate – Discoveries from a Secret World

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.”

― Herman Hesse

And the wind said May you be as strong as the oak, yet flexible as the birch may you stand as tall as the redwood, live gracefully as the willow and may you always bear fruit all your days on this earth.

-Native American Prayer

A quick-personal note:

A heartfelt thank you for reading my ponderings each week. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started this. I’ve been so touched by the response. Thank you for sharing on social media and via email these smaller and deeper reflections. It’s been such a joy to see the readership slowly grow, and it’s because of you! Growing readership is nice, but it was never my goal, I wanted to be true to the idea of smaller and deeper and cultivate a smaller and deeper readership. This week a small milestone in the number of people reading this newsletter was achieved. Numbers are never the goal, but it’s affirming nonetheless. Thank you.

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