POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I wonder about all these precautions we are taking with one another—to protect ourselves or to protect one another—in the communication loops of body-mind-body/mind-body-mind, what kind of a groove are we forming in the soft pathways of our neurons?
A difficult night last night. Three a.m. text messages are never good news. Even when the news is edged with hope: a turn for the better, an “it could be much worse”. It’s not the knowing that all things are impermanent that is comfort, it’s the acceptance of this. And I am forced to redefine…