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Guest Post on Sensitivity– by poet and therapist Anne Allanketner

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Anne Allanketner

Anne Allanketner

 

Anne Allanketner is a poet and psychotherapist from Portland, Oregon. Her books of poems, Spells of Mending and Three Springs, are beautiful, magical and healing. This poem, from Spells, is her tribute to your rainforest mind.

 

Crystalline Structures

You are made of crystalline structures,
that vibrate like tuning forks.
Their delicate iridescent wings
unfurl and lift them high on the soft breeze
of night to gather subtle informations
which few can understand.

You inhabit these in formations.
Gathering them in tenderly and transposing them
when needed to harmonize the infinite tangled
song strands of earth.

Perhaps you ought to wear a helmet
and goggles at the shopping mall or
wrap your selves in blankets hung with spells and crystals.
Just to navigate the realm of ambient noise at work.

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photo by Anne Allanketner

When the luminous wings of your soul flap,
you lift up out of ordinary time and immerse
yourself in beauty, or sorrow, or fierce love.
Whatever is before you, you enter and allow
the exquisite dilemma of life to welcome you
toward the Divine.

This is hard to accomplish at gas stations, bars or gaming arcades. Also, hospital waiting rooms, school cafeterias, truck stops, cocktail parties or among the very rich.

Naturally, you seek moving water, wetlands full of waterfowl, and the cascade of crimson leaves. Some cathedrals and Japanese garden shrines and
the company   of your own   strange   sort.

None of this is easy. You must be an ardent scientist
of replenishment. You must be
the crafty, shape shifting magician, just to whisk yourself
into psychic obscurity     at the right moment.

Certain sounds are helpful; The plunk and fall of water.
The early morning bird calls, the crackle of fire
against star light.
A gentle heart-felt chanting can lower the curtain
of protection    around    your ears.

No one loves to cloak them selves more:
The soft fall of the cloth that makes you separate.
The eye lids of the soul, allowed to close.
The petals holding the bud.
The silk lantern wrapped around    the lilting light.

Do not listen to the harsh instructions of the world
Which might delude you into using
what is odd and fragile and capable of magic
as an inadequate tool for bludgeoning.
Or spend what you have, for endurance.
Or mire that intricate knowing
into covert arguments about power.

Allow yourself to float the billowy cape
of rose petals and golden leaves around you.
Turn away from those unhelpful influences.

Come towards the light, the beautiful night sky
Milky Way spiral of your soul.

You have lost so much, to buy this sensitivity.

Protect it like the multifaceted jewel that she is.
Wrap that tuning fork in velvet and rock it to sleep at night.
Sing love songs and lullabies to those wispy neurons, those
singed nerve endings, those antennae
you attempted to hide    under your hair.

You are made for healing.

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photo by Anne Allanketner

So many lifetimes    you must have prayed for this.
So many languages to mend the fabric
of the world
come from your deepest heart.

Oh, sing the melody of the spheres that you were meant to hold.
Sing the songs that weave the balance.
This color strand light weaving dance that you can do.

And let go.

Of needing to be rich or strong enough
to endure shopping malls or television

Let the joy of who you are rise up,
a flowering light from the inside.
And only laugh and turn away when anyone
would measure you in money or endurance.

For what is endurance when you have fractured
and re-joined 1000 lifetimes?
Carried on your own laughter…
And the musical sounds of beauty and luminous
Hope!

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To my bloggEEs: Let us know if this poem speaks to your gifted soul. How does it describe your sensitivity? As always, I appreciate hearing from you. Or click on one of the links above to find Anne and her books.

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Author: Paula Prober

I'm a psychotherapist in private practice in Eugene, Oregon. I specialize in counseling gifted adults and consulting with parents of gifted children. The label "gifted" is often controversial and confusing. I use the metaphor of the rain forest to describe this population. Like the rain forest, these individuals are quite complex, highly sensitive, intense, multi-layered, and misunderstood. They're also curious, idealistic, highly intelligent, creative, perfectionistic, and they love learning. I've been an adjunct instructor at the University of Oregon and a guest presenter at Oregon State University and Pacific University. I've written articles on giftedness for the Eugene Register-Guard, the Psychotherapy Networker, and Advanced Development Journal. My book, Your Rainforest Mind: A Guide to the Well-Being of Gifted Adults and Youth, was released in June 2016 by GHF Press and is available on Amazon or at your independent bookstore.

24 thoughts on “Guest Post on Sensitivity– by poet and therapist Anne Allanketner

  1. Ah! My favorite poem by Anne! Thank you for this. Today I really need it.
    Case in point: yesterday, I felt tree pollination begin here where I live.
    I highly doubt that it has registered on the machines yet.
    A wise woman who taught me Eurythmy told me that I over-identify with my environment.
    Yet how do I change my constitution?
    Do I want to? is perhaps the more relevant question.
    🙂 I am pretty sure you won’t find me hiding out at the mall.

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  2. beautiful poem BTW there is a new show on Lifetime called child genius , a competition for gifted kids. It is very compelling, please check it out!

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    • Hi Linda! I don’t get Lifetime and actually don’t generally think many of the competitions for gifted kids are very helpful, useful or nurturing for them. How is it compelling?

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      • I found the show extremely compelling because you see the family dynamics, the behind the scenes look into how these children navigate life. It is not just a competition, it is a glimpse into the struggles and delights of each child that is featured. much of what I noticed echoed the sentiments of your views actually. It was unlike anything I have seen on tv before ( like spelling bees, etc) Felt more sociological.

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  3. The poem is simply beautiful. Thank you.

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  4. Fabulous poem. I am stunned. Thank you. wow.

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  5. A delight to read. A true delight. A few years ago I had a head-on collision with my sensitivity and wrote this: https://charmainesmusepallet.wordpress.com/2012/11/18/embracing-my-sensitivity/

    When I read the piece, following a stream of consciousness writing, the words surprised me. That lead to the title, “Embracing my Sensitivity.” I no long apologize for this gift.

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  6. AMAZING. And I’m interested that the poem referred to money, and being amongst the very rich. This has set something vibrating in me and I’d love to know more. Thank you for posting this.

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    • Thanks for commenting, Maggie. If you want to know more, you could e-mail Anne directly by clicking on one of the links in the post. I’m sure she’d love to hear from you.

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    • Certainly wealth doesn’t imply lack of sensitivity. Many wealthy folks are gifted or gifted sensitives. I think that the pressures of class and wealth can be a challenge sometimes to owning one’s authentic sensitivity. Poverty can do that also. Really owning one’s depth, sensitivity and authentic voice makes a person step away from identities that the culture offers and towards the dangerous, beautiful guidance from within.

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  7. Beautiful and reassuring poem. Thank you.

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  8. Very beautiful poem, and very descriptive of “the sensitive world”. So many people, and of those many in their 20’s, feel that there is “something wrong” with them , where in actuality the world at large has gone either very insensitive, or very mechanistic or both.

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  9. I am so touched by this poem. I love the originality of Anne’s words and the storytelling. Such a beautiful validation and a reminder to trust and protect our sensitive “rainforest ecosystems”. Thanks for sharing!
    Susanne

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  10. Beautiful and reaffirming. Thank you for sharing this wonderful, insightful poem 🙂

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  11. A nurturing poem especially for the nature deprived. “The plunk of water, the morning birdsongs” all resonated as a deep yearning in my depths.

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  12. Awesome, I feel better after reading.
    Thanks Cuz!

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