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A gift to the White Eagles

If you can, please download this PowerPoint presentation

for photos from our experiences together….

And, if you can play music,

this file was made to go along with the PowerPoint. Just for fun!

The work those of you who attended the workshop on Holistic Management Decision Cases, it was really inspiring. Thank you for a wonderful weekend. We missed those of you who could not join us. I feel grateful for all of the work and learning we continue to do together. At the same time, a few things have occurred recently that reminded me of the poem below. They were; 1) a few seemingly angry emails that preceded our workshop; 2) the hurt expressed by several of us at our workshop; and 3) the news from Jody about the Center. This may be out of line, but I felt called to post this poem. Personally, I feel blessed to have you all in my life. I also feel appreciative for the wisdom and inspiration I have received from Constance, Kelly, Jody and Allan.

Keep on Rockin…. And…

Please Call Me By My True Names

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-

even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving

to be a bud on a Spring branch,

to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,

learning to sing in my new nest,

to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death

of all that is alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing

on the surface of the river.

And I am the bird

that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily

in the clear water of a pond.

And I am the grass-snake

that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,

my legs as thin a bamboo sticks.

And I am the arms merchant,

selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,

refugee on a small boat,

who throws herself into the ocean

after being raped by a sea pirate.

And I am the pirate,

my heart not yet capable

of seeing and loving.

My joy is like Spring, so warm

it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.

My pain is like a river of tears,

so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,

so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,

so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,

so I can wake up

and the door of my heart

could be left open,

the door of compassion.

Thich Nhat Hanh

!	The White Eagle