Keel Hauled
If you haven’t been
keel hauled by life,
then you’re not living.
Photographs
This is All the Life You Have
Believe in the bird’s song,
and the way the sun rises, slowly,
the steady beat of your pulse,
at that pace you can love it all.
The Vow of Vulnerability
I have been somewhat overwhelmed by the reaction to the post ‘Now I am 54′ after it was graciously featured on ‘Freshly Pressed’ It seems that many of us are sufferers from anxiety and depression or stand alongside someone who is.
Fascination as a Spiritual Practice.
No, rather I, with an aching longing, want their world, almost totally uninterested in my human milieu, to become part of mine. I am after all an animal.
Finding a Place in the World
I didn’t accept my place in the pack, I railed against it, tried to change it, kept assessing it, and expecting it to change, that my position in the pecking order was something I could change by the will and work of my ego and the host of personas I was throwing at the world.
The River
It contains a kind of magical quality, not the ridiculous optimism that many Christians seem to engage in: that belief is an insurance policy against tragedy and pain. This magic works through reversal, downturns inconstancy, instability, uncertainty, unpredictability, and invites, by its very flow, the willingness to face all these on our part.