Poetry Friday
The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When… Continue reading
The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When… Continue reading
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way… Continue reading
When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I was so shocked and all at sea I had no clue what kind of gift would have been meaningful to me at that time.… Continue reading
There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don’t expect you to save the world,… Continue reading
Tame wild disappointmentWith caress unmoved and coldMake of it a parkaFor your soul. – Alice Walker
Being A Pilgrim To journey without being changed is to be a nomad.To change without journeying is to be a chameleon.To journey and to be transformedby the journey is to be a pilgrim.… Continue reading
What would happen if security were not the point of our existence? That we find freedom, aliveness, and power not from what contains, locates, or protects us but from what dissolves, reveals, and… Continue reading
To Be Held To be heldby the lightwas what I wanted,to be a tree drinking the rain,no longer parched in this hot land.To be roots in a tunnel growingbut also to be sheltering… Continue reading