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So far Chris Heeter has created 150 blog entries.

On Unveiling

... The lifting fog keeps us faithful to the wholeness of beauty. The sense that nothing is wasted: from being slowed to snail's pace when we simply cannot see; to the gradual lifting burning through with light and life so that, with time, we see clearly again...

By |2023-11-09T14:38:02-06:00September 3, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Freedom

The word freedom covers a lot of territory. It's something we fight for and sometimes hide from. It's something everyone wants and deserves, and on closer examination, it demands of us a willingness to surrender...

By |2023-11-09T14:38:31-06:00August 14, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Ripening

So often, we are our harshest critic. The source of our impatience with others can be easily traced to our impatience with ourselves. What would it be like if that harshness were to soften, inside and out? If there were a way to view our life journeys as a process of ripening rather than falling short, or weakness, or even success...

By |2023-11-09T14:38:54-06:00July 31, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Seeing

In a matter of a few minutes, we could probably tell someone who knew nothing about us the basic pattern of our days. It would be a broad brush stroke, but pretty easy to lay out what goes into a typical day -- from morning routines to the day to day of work, children, pets, caring for loved ones, friends, our intentions around exercise, and other things that make up a "normal" day. What would get missed in the broad brushstroke, however, is the sweetness, the messy parts, the little details that put color into the picture...

By |2023-11-09T14:39:17-06:00July 16, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Daring

There is something very comforting about a calm lake or a gently flowing stream--a place to gaze or dream, breath deeply, and relax. This is so very needed in our world. And yet, we are also drawn to cascading water and rivers rushing far above their banks. We need this too: the push, the edge, the wildness that comes with being "out there..."

By |2023-11-09T14:39:41-06:00July 3, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Wild Growth

We can try to measure growth. Certainly work and school environments have systems in place to track learning or assess strategies. We set goals, use metrics and analytics to measure deliverables, and track growth. And yet, there is a whole dimension...

By |2023-11-09T14:40:05-06:00June 18, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Assumptions

We make assumptions. All the time. From first impressions to reading "into" things; from assuming outcomes to judging what we see. It is our nature. And it can lead to colossal misunderstandings or hurt feelings, to name a few...

By |2023-11-09T14:40:49-06:00May 30, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Fluidity

Our lives mirror the weather and seasons. Anyone who's had enough spins around the sun knows this--the cycles of ups and downs, the understanding that there are beginnings and endings and back again...

By |2023-11-09T14:41:40-06:00April 30, 2014|Wild Poems|

On Fertile Ground

All of us carry a unique blend of possibilities and routine. Sometimes they are entwined--things we've done or believed for a long time begin to shift. Other times, the possibilities are a new direction, a path we've not taken before...

By |2023-11-09T14:42:13-06:00April 11, 2014|Wild Poems|
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