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Lessons I Learned From Poets

“Don’t let your throat tighten with fear. Take sips of breath all day and night, before death closes your mouth.”–Rumi When I was 18 at Beloit College, I took a literature class with John which changed my life forever. John was a greying, bearded professor with a musical voice who had us meet at 6am[…]

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Kissing The Ground

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.   Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. –Rumi   I recently had a birthday. I[…]

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A Meditation on Fear

“I have been through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.”—Mark Twain   “Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.” –Leo Buscaglia   Fear runs in my family. Though all of us have happy lives, on any given night, someone is probably awake in[…]

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Gratitude in Difficult Times

“There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” –Rumi They say that gratitude is the enemy of anxiety. There are countless studies that describe the clear link between gratitude and happiness and positive psychologists all around the world are encouraging clients to adopt gratitude practices to combat depression. Gratitude is important for mental[…]

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Core of Cores

I grew up loving stories. Before bed, I would always be cuddled up with a book that transported me to a different world. Tales of phoenixes, time travel, magic, and kids who survived and learned to love with the help of animals gave me hope and comfort. Stories gave me a framework to view the[…]

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The Sweet Passion of Oneness

  Reckless Poem Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent.   It flows through me like the blue wave. Green leaves – you may believe this or not – have once or twice emerged from the tips of my fingers   somewhere deep in the woods, in the[…]

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The Cup Is Already Broken

The summer is dwindling. The days are getting cooler, we’re harvesting the tomatoes that have ripened all summer, and the dry leaves seem languished and resigned to their descent. Fall is the season of impermanence. As it approaches, I feel a poignant, soft throb of sadness and gratitude, marked by a desire to linger in[…]

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The Bastard Child

‘I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for[…]