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September 2007 The Power of Connect I first started bringing poetry to meetings at Tom’s of Maine 20 years ago, at our company-wide gatherings and Board of Directors meetings. Now, we start most meetings with a poem or a simple question that grounds us in being human before taking on our leadership roles and tackling the agenda. A Connect Exercise helps people to connect with the goodness that is in all of us. Connect exercises save time during the meeting because people tend to lose their tensions and listen to one another’s experiences, ideas, or opinions. People tend to lose their worries about the meeting and instead find their commonality, which makes for a great and productive meeting. I have provided you with a poem and an accompanying reflection that you can use as a Connect Exercise during a meeting or as a group exercise. As an individual, you can read the poem and find a colleague or friend to discuss your thoughts and reflections. You may also consider using these questions as meeting starters:
Connect Exercise: The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry Wendell Berry is one of today’s great poets and writers who connect us with the natural world and the goodness to be found there. He writes eloquently about human relationships that connect us to each other and the deep well of goodness in our hearts. I highly recommend his poetry, as well as his many novels, such as Hannah Coulter and Jayber Crow. He lives and farms in his native Kentucky. Berry’s poem, “The Peace of Wild Things,” speaks to a craving I have to be in the presence “of wild things/ who do not tax their lives with forethought/ of grief.” We humans seem to be good at stirring up and anticipating a lot of grief. The creatures in Berry’s poem show us a different way.
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry |
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