Anger is easier than being sad, like a boil you can ignore till it erupts. Grief locks your time into a blur of absence that can't be released..
Lament 10: Anger
Lament 9: Necessary Rituals
All my necessary rituals hold me, keep me standing. All my necessary rituals keep me rigid and stuck. All my necessary rituals are collapsing letting me fall, bruising me. What rituals can support what I need now?
Lament 8: On Writing
Writing at the raw edge opens the dimness for a brief glimpse of my now. Writing at the raw edge unlocks the gates of my whirling for a moment. Writing at the raw edge spews my dark lava onto a screen for a moment of now.
This Bleak Midwinter
Christmas lights the colour of twilight, and a heritage nativity set, - A bleak celebration avoiding plastic Santas or plastic regrets Awaiting a new year, watching changes from remembered winters, listening to the noise of fools heard on the tv news.
The Colours of Twilight
New Year’s Greeting
“Holy Uncertainty”
Living not-knowing groping in mystery gazing blindly at rare shafts of twilight, this liminal time is always and now.
December 28, 2022
Saturday Morning at Home, After Spending a Night in My Friend’s New Home
Words shape in the feel of rooms remembered, when, suddenly - I know I’m awake & the day waits.
Lament 7: Alone
New moon and fog As I glance out From my cave. A smugglers’ night: where are they? (Words on a page Delight me. I wouldn’t, couldn’t Be taught to hear As you heard.) Some trees are leafless Skeletonal And some cling to their leaves. (You’ve left And a new season Is emerging Into bleak darkness.) A brief flash of light - Others carry treasures I can’t see Or hear now But I am not alone.
Learning Living 