Musings

All the holdings—the belly clenches, the tightness of breath, the tensions in the throat, jaw and brow, and the continual attempts to try to control life—this collective tension in every…

I take responsibility for ALL that I am. I am the seducer and the seduced, the judger and the judged, the murderer and the murdered . . . I am…

The little one inside shows me his full repertoire: morphing effortlessly from the wild fury of the great beast, to the shivering boy, curled up in fear; and then deeper:…

I listen within, and am invited to see it: the most depraved, barbaric acts that the imagination can conceive of . . . there’s murder, mutilation, apocalyptic destruction . ….

There is a deep internal apology . . . it comes from my head, offered to my heart . . . As a child I heard you calling me, but…