Thank you for the link from FB. My mother first introduced me to your poetry decades ago, and made a tape for me of you reading Mary Oliver’s work with particularly beautiful emphasis you placed upon her phrasing. I’ve read your poetry on FB and am happy to be here at Substack.
Beautifully articulated on FB. I've just moved to Bluesky for the same reasons. Thank you for doing this! We have to fight back and yours was a most elegant of transitions.
Just beyond yourself—where the ego panics and the soul throws a welcome party. Whyte doesn’t write poems, he hands out subtle instructions for disappearing just enough to remember what’s real. This one lands like a compass etched on the ribcage.
This truly explains our incarnation, the birth journey. I witnessed my own in a Cranial sacral session, it gave me a lot of answers as to why I didn't want to come out, that I was late and needed forceps which were so painful. And once you go down the tunnel, like a rollercoaster of slight fear and slight excitement, there's no going back... That bit is also sad because the 'learning' here can be really hard at times.
But the first time you realise you have fingers and toes, a heart and a nose.... Now that's magic and that feeling is why we stepped up in the first place ❤️
David — this one felt like a soft hand on the back, nudging me toward the unknown I keep circling.
That line — “Half a step into self-forgetting / and the rest restored by what you’ll meet” — gave me chills. There’s such quiet courage in trusting the road we can’t yet see, especially when the world inside us mirrors the one outside.
This spoke to me in the deepest way! Thank you for your work! Where is this location? I was just in Scotland near Snowhill looking for this exact spot!
Amen. Though I expressed it slightly differently this morning when writing a potential exploration into a PhD proposal for an 'impossible' PhD on "Don't weep for Me, weep for yourselves'....But I know its where I'm meant to be.
Thank you for the link from FB. My mother first introduced me to your poetry decades ago, and made a tape for me of you reading Mary Oliver’s work with particularly beautiful emphasis you placed upon her phrasing. I’ve read your poetry on FB and am happy to be here at Substack.
And on the road you meet those who come before you .
Beautifully articulated on FB. I've just moved to Bluesky for the same reasons. Thank you for doing this! We have to fight back and yours was a most elegant of transitions.
This was the poem that let me let go… it took me where I needed to be. Thank you
Just beyond yourself—where the ego panics and the soul throws a welcome party. Whyte doesn’t write poems, he hands out subtle instructions for disappearing just enough to remember what’s real. This one lands like a compass etched on the ribcage.
This truly explains our incarnation, the birth journey. I witnessed my own in a Cranial sacral session, it gave me a lot of answers as to why I didn't want to come out, that I was late and needed forceps which were so painful. And once you go down the tunnel, like a rollercoaster of slight fear and slight excitement, there's no going back... That bit is also sad because the 'learning' here can be really hard at times.
But the first time you realise you have fingers and toes, a heart and a nose.... Now that's magic and that feeling is why we stepped up in the first place ❤️
David — this one felt like a soft hand on the back, nudging me toward the unknown I keep circling.
That line — “Half a step into self-forgetting / and the rest restored by what you’ll meet” — gave me chills. There’s such quiet courage in trusting the road we can’t yet see, especially when the world inside us mirrors the one outside.
Beautiful David. Thank you for sharing. I used to write a lot of poetry, think it might be time again!
This spoke to me in the deepest way! Thank you for your work! Where is this location? I was just in Scotland near Snowhill looking for this exact spot!
Amen. Though I expressed it slightly differently this morning when writing a potential exploration into a PhD proposal for an 'impossible' PhD on "Don't weep for Me, weep for yourselves'....But I know its where I'm meant to be.
There is nothing else to say . . . except I do.
I heard every word. But as usual, I didn't quite pay close enough attention -- I think I'll just go watch the 2nd part of that very lovely video.
Thank you
Beautiful, as always, David. Thank you.💙
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