It is said that diamonds are made under extreme pressure. Me = diamond. Last year, I decided I would give up my home, my community, my comfort… Read more “Making Diamonds”
Faun by Sylvia Plath Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped black to look… Read more “Poetic Therapy: Faun”
I want to work on my blog! I want to get back to writing and researching and sharing all of the wonderful things I have been thinking… Read more “I am almost back…”
“One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.” James Russell Lowell “There is pleasure in the pathless woods.” Lord Byron “One touch of nature… Read more “Tea Wisdom”
Her Kind By Anne Sexton I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over… Read more “Poetic Therapy: Her Kind”
Cause and Effect in human relations, love for others, for mankind in general, Zarathustra demonstrates in a few sentences how the act of gift-gifting illuminates human relationships.
A short reflection based on the reading of the poem Cradle Song written by Alfred Lord Tennyson:
why, in our youth are we so eager to leave our mothers, to leave the nest, to grow? With exceptions, most of the dangers in life are beyond the safety of our homes and yet we seem to have this drive to run toward them as fast as we can. Then as adults it seems reverse our drives and we become afraid of the change that the world brings. Sometimes we are so afraid to leave the nest, we are caught by it, trapped there and stagnant. What is the happy middle ground? Do you know your nest? Are you able to leave?