Choosing Heart and Risking Vulnerability
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…
Resiliency I’m weary of resiliency. I want the kind of heart that breaks The way a wafer cracks in two — Along a fault. Mine merely aches And bends, as…
James Carse, Finite and Infinite Games, speaks about the role of poets in society. He speaks with a disturbing eloquence even, of how they carry our hope for the future;…
Many a thoughtrunning through this 2:00 AM mindlike children in a playgroundeach following a trailof their own spontaneous desiretogether and alone weavingwebs of patternsmirroring how it iswe commune with the…
It is true. I slept with Rumi last night. Yes. It is true too that he wears a beard and that after a January’s week of being alone in a…
There’s a lot going on for all of us these days. Least ways, sure seems that way in my corner of the world. I’ve been in some deep incubation, too…
This, from Lynne McTaggert’s blog, reminds me of a post here: Lonliness and Presence—What the Aspen Know. The Circle of Life November 28th, 2008 by Lynne McTaggart I was struck…