POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I don’t want to write about how difficult things have been. It feels like I’m hitting a single note too often. I will say: I miss the trail. This morning I saw a new doctor, and we’re making a plan. Driving home I noticed that most of the snow is already gone, even from the…
Yesterday I ran in the afternoon, after work and before a massage. Getting back into the groove of daily habits isn’t easy. Pushing a boulder uphill is easier with momentum. E. says that from here this is what matters: the pushing on after a pause. Pushing on. The path along the creek in the town…
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…
I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways. But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting- Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point. It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.I figured I would…