Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. — Walker Evans, 1960
I’m reading a book by Natalie Goldberg called “The True Secret of Writing: Connecting Life with Language.” I don’t know when I bought it; or perhaps I was gifted it because I don’t recall a purchase.
[This piece was first published in the Greenville Daily News on March 3, 2021.] It’s been four weeks since I took myself — by ambulance — to the emergency room of my local hospital with the most excruciating pain I have felt in my life. Now, I’m no lightweight when it comes to pain. I’ve …
[I'm sharing this post because I found it incredible useful in this brain-numbing time of the coronavirus pandemic. Enjoy! ~ Karen] A post by Leo Babauta over at Zen Habits I’ve talked with several people lately who have tasks lists from the floor to the ceiling, and it just overwhelms them. They’re not alone — …
A wise teacher once told me that, by continuing to read about and study a particular topic — with the idea that, only when I thoroughly understood that topic could I take action on it — I was stalling. Take this blog post, which I promised myself I’d write weeks ago. I’ve written plenty of …
— Read on wsquared.blog/2020/03/02/life-is-amazing/
I found this in my drafts, and have idea whether I shared it before. I couldn't locate it so what the heck, I'll post it, maybe again. When the lilac dawn crawls up blood-red brick over white painted steel like a bruise, its silver shadows fall first on the tall broad-faced sunflowers. Even in prison, …
Your desires are not random. They are the map your feet should follow. ~ Andrea Balt
A most amazing poem by David Whyte.
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
– “Sweet Darkness” byDavid Whyte,House of Belonging
I dig I am an archeologist excavating Brushing away what isn't To expose what is Discovery: Metaphorical bricks and mortar The foundation laid by My mother and father Their mothers and fathers And so on White middle class siding, black Rooftop shingles above Contain what is below A water table of war, famine, alcohol When …