Hi you guys,
It’s been a while. A long while. I’ve gone from blogging sporadically to hardly blogging at all.
As many of you know, these past six months have been super stressful, what with the house renovations, the surprise move to New York City, and just days before we left Colorado, the untimely death of a certain little black dog…
So I’ve given myself a lot of space, grace, and patience. I figured when my soul finally caught up with me here in Brooklyn, I’d get back to blogging.
Obviously, that hasn’t happened. Instead, I sense this new season is taking my writing in new directions. This is exciting for me, but sad, too. It means I can’t promise if or when I’ll post here again.
It means I already miss you.
I guess I just wanted to tell you that. And let you know, too, that I started writing in Raw again, in case you want to catch up with me there.
Since I don’t have anything of my own to share today, here’s one of my favorite poems from Rumi. I don’t know why I love it so much, except it always reminds me of my powerlessness in the best way possible.
I think it’s the perfect advice for addicts, alcoholics—anyone, really—who is reaching for the gift of desperation:
Pray the prayer that is the essence
of every ritual. God, I have no hope.
I am torn to shreds. You are my first,
my last and only refuge.
Do not do daily prayers like a bird
pecking its head up and down.
Prayer is an egg.
the total helplessness inside.
P.S. I’m still sort of updating the site—forgive if things are missing or not complete.