Poetry & Inspiration

Orlando: the Latest Gun Massacre

Posted by on Jun 14, 2016 in Poetry & Inspiration | 0 comments

Orlando: the Latest Gun Massacre

 For Those Affected by the Orlando Tragedy The news coming out of Orlando this week is heartrending. I imagine I’m with many of you when I say that I feel profoundly sad, as well as fearful of and incensed by the repeated mass gun violence across the United States. I have wanted to post something in response, but I’m realizing I don’t have the psychic energy to do so. When this unfolded, I was in the midst of writing an emotionally heavy post about the Stanford rape survivor, so I have to admit, I’m burned out. I realized, though, that it’s okay to bracket off some of that...

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Remembering Sept. 11

Posted by on Sep 11, 2015 in Poetry & Inspiration | 0 comments

Remembering Sept. 11

Remembering the day that each of us was changed in some subtle way. Anniversaries are hard — take care of yourself today. I send you love and kind thoughts. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new...

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Mind’s Dominion Over Body

Posted by on Jun 12, 2015 in My Story, Poetry & Inspiration | 0 comments

Mind’s Dominion Over Body

Dualism © Joanna Kay, 2015 Plato conceived of the transcendental and the material. Descartes, of mind’s dominion over body. Captivated, I used to devour these texts. It is the Western birthright to be caught between these warring sects, to be enlightened. The crawling creature versus the brine from which it crept; the animal that raised it’s front paws and walked, stately, out of nature; the rogue cell that divided too rapidly for the system’s good, ending in fatal proliferation. Mind has thought it could bend Body to its will. It would Think Itself into oblivion if it...

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When Death Comes

Posted by on May 29, 2015 in My Story, Poetry & Inspiration, Posts by Guest Writers | 0 comments

When Death Comes

  When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as...

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Recovery Is Now

Posted by on Apr 20, 2015 in Poetry & Inspiration, Posts by Guest Writers | 1 comment

Recovery Is Now

One Friday, about four weeks into residential treatment, I had a particularly bad day. In a moment of distress and vulnerability, I slipped up and used a behavior, which ended up costing me dearly in that very strict, “merit-based” treatment structure. My roommate and another friend rallied around me. That night, the three of us skipped the mandatory family group and camped out in our bedroom, hiding like truant teenagers from the counselors who came around to check that everyone was at the group. We sat on the floor between our beds and played cards, gossiping about our...

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Wild Geese

Posted by on Apr 8, 2015 in My Story, Poetry & Inspiration, Posts by Guest Writers | 0 comments

Wild Geese

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert repenting You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your...

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