Crazy times, crazy world. I will never understand how this human planet can so advance scientifically and technologically and not learn or grow an inch when it comes to resolving conflicts and respecting differences.
Here at my blog I am having a bit of an identity crisis. I am a counselor and a writer and a teacher. All of that is what I want my blog to be. But I am a daughter and a mother and a partner and a friend too, and surely there's room here too for my personal large and small triumphs and troubles.
Surely I want to tell more stories and write more poems.
The last few months have been a whirlwind of surgery and high finance and worries and (thank god) simple joys. My blog and my writing has taken a back seat:
What can I tell you?
Of course the world is turned upside down:
Wars and worries wear thin
Even though the seams.
But the sweater of my years is knitted tight,
Weathered wool that softens and warms
The prickliest skin.
I’ve worn this sweater at every turn,
Even through the nighttime shakes;
Until then, never did the chill
But lately until then is too often still now
Although I am better.
And this I know:
with better comes hope
And hope is the earned warmth
Of days to come.
& together strong,