It’s about holding ourselves with compassion, which is an antidote to codependency -- and hence, a way to get closer to the divine that always lives within you.
My husband and my children do not subscribe to my pages upon pages of thoughts and poetry and observations. They are loving and supportive, and they most likely skim my wordy musings from time to time. I can only imagine that there are minor moments of clarity for them as they read, if they ...
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...
Yet, she steadies,
ears on and always steady,
a tenacious mistress,
we awake in South Bend,
all units secure
a frantic heave
from our bellies,
US-31 to the end
and finally the beginning
assignment complete,
our golden calf,
away from her I step.
Alone.
I have always wanted to be heard. Not to achieve some modicum of glory or fame (not that I haven’t fantasized about the limelight, of course I have), but to feel like I’ve given the world something of value through my work. And I mean work that is deeply personal, not just a function of survival.