Accept this gift, so I can see myself as giving. I have been learning that the lift of a caretaker is as addictive as the life of an alcoholic. Here the intoxication is the emotional relief that temporarily comes when answering a loved one’s need. Though it never...
“There is a great battle raging: for my mouth not to harden and my jaws not to become like heavy doors of an iron safe, so my life may not be called pre-death.” Israeli Poet, Yehudi Amichai There is an ancient Greek myth that carries within it, like a message in a...
When the wind stops, the trees still move, the way my heart creaks, long after it bends. I am always surprised at the aftereffect of being moved deeply by something. I can be hurt or disappointed or feel the warmth of being loved or the gentle sway of being...
If you truly hold a stone, you can feel the mountain it came from. A caveman picking berries was cornered by a wild and now extinct creature, and when he was spared by the sudden snap of a tree limb that scared the beast off, he took a piece of the fallen bough as a...
“One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art in conducting oneself in lower regions by memory of what one has seen higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know. ” Rene Daumal In the 700’s in the Tang...
