I know, you never intended to be in this world./ But you’re in it all the same./ so why not get started immediately./ I mean, belonging to it./ There is so much to admire, to weep over./ And to write music or poems about. from The Fourth Sign of th...

I didn't know I was grateful            for such late-autumn                      &nb...

Stasis is a sieve through which I drag myself.  Jane Huffman, On Moving A sieve separates solids from liquids. I pour my thoughts and actions, my feelings and fears, my hopes and desires, my past and future, my stories and words, my ebbs and ...

And when two people have loved each othersee how it is like ascar between their bodies,stronger, darker, and proud;how the black cord makes of them a single fabricthat nothing can tear or mend. From Jane Hirshfield, "What Binds Us" Glennon Doyle r...