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Bend, Oregon

Poetry and Publications

Books

JOURNALS

“Spiritual Direction and Standing in the Tragic Gap: From Aging Parents to the Battle Over God,”  Presence Magazine, Vol. 16, #4, 12/04

“Using the John Woolman Story to Explore Our Experience of Standing in the Tragic Gap,” Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Life, Volume XXIV, Number 2, March/April 2009

“Rediscovering the Call to Teach: A New Vision for Professional and Personal Development, Language Arts,” v82 n5 p359 May 2005, coauthored with Ruth Shagoury and Greg Smith

“From Judgment to Discernment: Using Metaphors to Go Beyond Labels,” Teaching & Learning, Fall 2001, Volume 16, Number 2, pp. 18-22 with Ruth Shagoury Hubbard

“Teaching is Like….”  Educational Leadership, May, 2000, coauthored with  David Hagstrom, Ruth Shagoury, Peter Mortola, Jill Austro and Valerie White.

Poems

“Inside an Ancient Rhythm” and “Upon an Awakening Edge” in The Chaplaincy Institute Journal, 2013

"A Toast to an Empty Garage" in The Weavings Journal, 2014

A Toast to an Empty Garage©

Caryl Ann Casbon

In Germany, at least once a year

a bomb explodes under the Autobahn

where the vibration of wheels activate its timing devise,

or near schools, injuring children playing soccer in fields.

A full-time bomb squad still searches for these deadly remnants,

bombs dropped and buried from a war, now 70 years past.

You would think it would be over by now.

Forgotten.

It’s not.


It is said that every object has a vibration,

a frequency with an energetic field.

Like the lost bombs of WWII,

my garage stores old family heirlooms: a vanity from Aunt Alice’s

bedroom contains the memory of her miserable marriage to Uncle Dick,

collects dust, incubates their suffering, leaking upward

through the heat vents.

 

Clutter zones of ancestral histories pile up, underground:

cut glass liquor decanters from my parents alcohol-infused

post-war union—

endless, four-cocktail evenings in front of the T.V. set.

Eight antique glasses from Aunt Betty, now with Spirit,

who generously gifted us, saying:

“Don’t ever put these in the dishwasher or lose them.

They are very valuable.”

 

I lift one of the glasses up in the darkness of the garage

in an offering, a sacred toast.

“To Betty: thank you for your generosity.”

Silently ask for her forgiveness as I wrap the glasses in newspaper

for Goodwill.  “I love your love,

but these glasses have to go. 

They are ugly and we don’t use them.

They are dragging us down. Amen.”

 

Feng Shui, the 3,000 year-old Taoist art and science

of the material world, which is the spirit world.

What is without is within.

Keep what is current for you,

which keeps you in the current,

and brings you Light.

Release what is old, pulls you backwards,

 is used up, or should be.

 

Cull your life, and see what freedom

you may find in an empty garage.

 

Printed in Weaving Journal,  Volume XXIX, Number 2, Feb/March/April 2014.

Appearing in The Everywhere Oracle: A Guided Journey Through Poetry For Soulful Transformation, to be released Jan., 2016.