How we view women
We revere virginity
Sacred and profane
Beauty, yet also tainted
Our confusion is quite deep
Category: Modern Life
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.
Alarm Clocks: A Haiku
Just ten minutes more
As the clock keeps beckoning
The demands of life
Zen’s Essence
This is my challenge
Stare inwards free of judgement
Embrace compassion
Zen’s Essence
This is my challenge
Stare inwards free of judgement
Embrace compassion
Daily Haiku: Awoke By My Fears
Awoke by my fears
Not an unusual thing
Though I’ve grown weary
I’ve long hated my mind’s tendency to torment me late at night. Bringing up ancient mistakes, dragging forth unlikely scenarios, so many ways my mind finds to attack my tranquility.
Germs are in control
Germs are in control
Obediently I sleep
Rest eluding me
Ah, fighting germs again. A slow lingering cough my main symptom, a long with my lack of energy.
Beth Caldwell’s impact on metastatic breast cancer
Not a work of poetry, but poetic in it’s raw power. It also features evocative language.
“The only thing that brings me any sense of meaning these days is to think of these fallen trees as nurse logs. Their memories, their lives, their children, their passions, their faces, their senses of humor, their wisdom, their spirits, their beautiful beautiful beautiful spirits are nurturing us, feeding us, giving us strength to go on, to demand change, to bring research to our friends, to fight against death death death so much death. Their falling leaves a hole in the forest canopy, but their souls are bringing new life to our movement and nutrients to keep us growing.
“And someday this forest will cover the world.”
As someone who lost my mother to breast-cancer far too young (pretty much the same age as Beth), this piece hits me hard. Tears, memories, so very much brought up. And, you may find it strange to share this Christmastime, but I always remember that first Christmas after my mom died. Really, though, I see this as a powerful way to honor her.
Blessing to each of you this Christmas. Love well, love strong, love.
This Painful Evening
Over fifty-years
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Good Morning: A Haiku
Brutal wakefulness
Abrupt, electronic noise
Reality’s grasp
Between fans blowing, my phone pinging, and alarms chiming, my morning is filled with racket.
A Haiku About Cold Meds
Cold meds bring me gifts
Drowsiness which slows me down
So hard to wake up