A poem about choosing rest instead of grinding through chronic illness or pain.
Let Rest Come
Connecting to Power
I haven't written a poem in years; I almost felt like I'd forgotten how. Tonight, I proved myself wrong. Earlier this evening, I was sitting around, enjoying the soft quiet, when this random line floated through my mind: "It's so easy to dissociate in a clean room." And then, of course, I could feel the... Continue Reading →
Finding Glimpses of God in the Dark
I’ve been away for a bit, trying to get everything prepared as quickly as possible for knee surgery—the date has moved to this month (December 17)—in the midst of work (and its stressors), communications with the doctors and surgery scheduler (and their sweet kindness and grace), and finally, forcing myself to be quiet enough to... Continue Reading →
A Poetic Response to Acute and Chronic Suffering
Last weekend, I fell after getting out of the car. My kneecaps dislocated, locked, and then dislocated again. As a writer with cerebral palsy, I’m used to it. My body has had a mind of its own for a while now. Earlier in the week, I went to my orthopedic doctor who told me what... Continue Reading →
Hindsight is a Broken Mirror
Dear friend, Today, I felt poetic and broke out the Metaphor Dice by Taylor Mali and the typewriter (not the Underwood, Maya, a different one) and wrote the following: Hindsight is 20/20 for a good reason!
Musings of a Wanderer 