Re-Vision Winter Residential 2019 – Nicky Marshall’s Keynote Address

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Slide 1. Forget your perfect offering – Leonard Cohen Anthem www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDTph7mer3I –NasaSlide 2. It isn’t good enough – Crow – uncertainSlide 3. Roadkill crow - www.cbc.ca/news/canada/prince-edward-island/pei-roadkill-crows-art-gallery-1.4855138 – Matt Rainnie/CBC Slide 4. The deeper that sorrow carves – Mountains – uncertainSlide 5. What makes night within us –Night sky –www.google.com/search?q=what+makes+night+within+us+may+leave+stars&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjD2u3I6Y7gAhUkpnEKHdKCD30Q7Al6BAgEEA0&biw=1280&bih=593#imgrc=7hviBog3yxxONM: - PinterestSlide 6. The wound is the place where the light enters you – Mount Errigal in Donegal – Steve MarshallSlide 7. Blessed are the cracked – Clouds – www.quotefancy.com/quote/819710/Groucho-Marx-Blessed-are-the-cracked-for-they-shall-let-in-the-light – Quotefancy

Re-Vision Winter Residential 2019 – Nicky Marshall’s Keynote Address

All images are somebody’s copyright. I have tried to identify source and ownership for each one with whatever commentary I can. Images belonging to me, Steve Marshall, may be used by people who were at the WR for private or teaching purposes. If you wish to use them as part of a publication such as a book, blog or website, please contact me on stevemarshall128@gmail.com

Slide 8. Soul – that unknown component – Brittany coastline – Steve MarshallSlide 9. Good breaks the heart again and again – Shipwreck on the Donegal coast – Steve MarshallSlide 10. To go in the dark with a light – Marais Potevin France – Steve MarshallSlide 11. I said to my soul be still – Donegal coast – Steve MarshallSlide 12. And I have known the eyes already – Butterfly – Natural History Museum OxfordSlide 13. Hope is the thing with feathers –Robin –www.google.com/search?q=robin+images&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=gC5opMQhSMBlaM%253A%252CH8gGiRBn2VnRfM%252C_&usg=AI4_-kS4acfKmmAtzxa5TOCtAHfM8SnP-w&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjiuYPe7Y7gAhWkVRUIHWPpAlsQ9QEwBnoECAAQEA#imgrc=gC5opMQhSMBlaM: -The British LibrarySlide 14. Kintsugi bowl - https://mymodernmet.com/kintsugi-kintsukuroi/ – My Modern MetSlide 15. You want to cry aloud for your mistakes – Finch – uncertain

"It isn't good enough. You haven't anything new to say. You don't say it well enough"

The wound is the place where the light enters you - Rumi

Soul - that unknown component which makes meaning possible, turns events into experiences, is communicated in love.

James Hillman

God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays openHazrat Inayat Khan

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

Wendell Berry

I said to my soul be stilland wait without hopefor hope would behope for the wrong thing.

TS Eliot

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,Then how should I beginTo spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?And how should I presume?

TS Eliot

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.

Emily Dickinson

You want to cry aloud for yourmistakes. But to tell the truth the worlddoesn’t need anymore of that sound.

So if you’re going to do it and can’tstop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’thold it in, at least go by yourself across

the forty fields and the forty dark inclinesof rocks and water to the place wherethe falls are flinging out their white sheets

like crazy, and there is a cave behind all thatjubilation and water fun and you canstand there, under it, and roar all you

want and nothing will be disturbed; you candrip with despair all afternoon and still,on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched

by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,puffing out its spotted breast, will singof the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.

Mary Oliver