When I am deadened with depression,
I will move within my own breath
and try to do some small task
that might bring me to my senses.
Peel the world in an orange:
pebbled globe, bite of zest,
jeweled droplets, festive scent
of Christmas at my Grandmother’s…
For now, the tomb is sprung;
I am alive in all my senses.
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.
