Poetry Friday
I WorriedMary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not how shallI correct it?Was I… Continue reading
I WorriedMary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not how shallI correct it?Was I… Continue reading
When I started this blog, I deliberately chose to write about how my cancer experience had enriched my life (rather than admit any other darker truth). I wanted this blog to be all about… Continue reading
We do not become healers.We came as healers. We are.Some of us are still catching up to what we are.We do not become storytellers.We came as carriers of the storieswe and our ancestors… Continue reading
Enough. These few words are enough.If not these words, this breath.If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to lifewe have refusedagain and againuntil now. Until now. David Whyte fromWhere Many Rivers… Continue reading