A Burnout?
"It's really intense to discover your work doesn't matter to you anymore," he mourns. This quote, taken from a work entitled Slump in Naomi Shihab Nye's anthology Honeybee, seemingly sums up what I've been feeling for a while now.
Whose Silence Are You?
In Silenceby Thomas Merton (1915-1968) Be still.Listen to the stones of the wall.Be silent, they tryto speak your name.Listento the living walls.
Are You Breathing, Just a Little, and Calling it a Life?
Another poem I happened across and decided to share. Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?by Mary Oliver (1935 – ??) Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives –tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young […]
The Grapes of Wrath Have Not Yet Withered on the Vine …
So, I pulled out my trusty old copy of Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath and began reading (or re-reading, I guess … does it count if you were 8 when you read it the last time?) … As always, it was a heart breaking experience. On one hand you have the horrific circumstances that push […]
Live in the Layers …
A poem I stumbled across today and typed here for your reading pleasure … The Layersby Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006) I have walked through many lives,some of them my own,and I am not who I was,though some principle of beingabides, from which I strugglenot to stray.
I’m sick today …
I am sick today (for the 23rd day in a row). What a day to be sick. The weather's crappy, my throat is raw and all I can think of is just how much I don't want to be here.
