Pause and Repeat: The Monarch Warrior

A week from today I have my second hip replacement surgery. It means tapering off autoimmune disease medication. It’s always a tricky time. Physically, my cells shift to adapt to lack. In response, my mind releases words at whim. The challenge of the sentence looms. I remember the warrior butterfly— bodhisattva— who forsakes the firm... Continue Reading →

Selecting Our Own Society

The Soul selects her own Society-- Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more—   Unmoved—she notes the Chariots--pausing— At her low Gate— Unmoved-an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat--   I’ve known her--from an ample nation— Choose One-- Then--close the Valves of her attention— Like Stone— (Emily Dickinson, c. 1862)* This poem... Continue Reading →

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