An editor of my college poetry journal loved this new "depth" poet. He did not realize that I was drowning, and I could barely string words together...
There will be long stretches where nothing seems to be happening. The true explorer is patient and makes peace with the step-by-step nature of the process.
This year’s Winter Solstice will be unlike any other. Preparation for the long dark night will continue as tradition foretells, but this dark night comes with added weight.
It wasn’t until my reached my 30’s that I realized that living in this uncertainty, edge-walking into the unknown, nourishing the wild places in myself, was leading into my path.