Grist for the Mill
When Old Fears resurface
making it difficult to dodge
the socially accepted addictions of our day
I look to ancient teachers
where the message hasn’t changed over time:
The Mountain says, “Be Still.”
The Sky says, “Be Vast.”
The Ocean says, “Be Fluid.”
It has been three decades of trying to repair something that isn't broken
and rather than writing this off as waste, I sit at my writing desk and
discover with enormous simplicity that for every day of my life, despite my worries, anxieties, neurosis, and anger, the sun has faithfully risen alongside all of those dreams.
Then, a question breaks through: Is it possible that my disorders are also the source of my wisdom?