I heard once that women have a mile of broken glass around them.That they have lived for four thousand yearswith the heartache…
In Rumi’s fieldsbeyond the contoursof right and wrong-doingyou can find mefinding my true self.
Perfection is not what I think it is.Not the final destinationthe land to be reached,the sacred arrival.
These days,(the autumn of my 52nd year),what hurts is not the sorrow,but opening to the beauty.It defies…
Leave the chair at your computer.
Find your way outside
By the love of my foe.By the recognition of what he has lost, in himself, and what, as a result– in the grand sweep of…
Does anyone know how to find that spotway down by his anklewhere all the binding holds him upin defense against weakness?
Feel the outrage.
Breath into its force and sense its power.
“Walk tall,” were her words,“rise above it”.
Let’s be honest.
Because there is really no use, is there?In anything else.This, I feel, increasingly as I get older.
The danger in taking shapeas a-woman-who-knows the great betrayal,as a woman who has the courageto hold vision for the…
I can’t seem to separate poetry from urgency.
Be willing to be slightly mad.Each morning.More than slightly.
God doesn’t give us ANYTHING by mistakenot fear, not fury, not hate.
There are those who will tell you to doubt yourselfand you will heed thembecause you love them (or is it fear them?)and…
Only the bravest of men …
can standin the presence ofthe Feminineto take her in,delicatecomplexbeyond…