“You need to become a pen
In the Sun’s hand.
We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.
The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.”
“When we work with pain by leaning into it and with pleasure by giving it away, it doesn’t mean that we “grin and bear it.” This approach is a lot more playful than that–like dancing with it. We realize that this separateness that we feel is a funny kind of mistake.”
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I'm liking it, Lindsay. All those goody bits we need to take care of ourselves as we emerge out of a long wet winter…and if that means O mag and a spanokopita under the covers with a flashlight, then so be it.The poem excerpt, I needed that today. Thank you.xo -mk
spanakopita…yes! under the covers…yes! :)