I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love.
At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have been otherwise. We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks. It might have been otherwise. I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls, and planned another day just like this day. But one day, I know, it will be otherwise.
~ Jane Kenyon
I live now in the Otherwise. My legs are strong enough to carry the emptied vessel of my mated self. The rest of me remembers on occasion to eat. Peaches are many months down the road, and my bed is ripe with an absence that will soon fall from the tree. The birch forest quivers and peels in patches as I dream. Two new paintings, Buddhas, grace and guard my bed. Otherwise, for now, gazes
through me as I open my singular eyes. I am turning with the world.
Welcome, reader ... This blog is where faith, love and wise mind tussle with despair, shame, and confusion ... and with the best humour I can rustle up. I write here as a person who lives in the aftermath of severe developmental traumas; much of my life's work, both personal and professional, has been in the service of healing existential injury and volitional paralysis, and evolving through the grace of relation ...
~~ Mercy has no boundaries ~~ (Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy)
Take a boo at the blog; you'll find me there, in one of three guises: Pushing Fifty Gently... is where I sass, opine, and worship my cats. The Quoteable I Ching is here to honour a wisdom tradition that I follow and revere ... and A Post-Cynical Seer chronicles one soul's deeper currents and journeys. Otherwise, I'm likely to be upending my home in search of my glasses, tripping over cats as I go, and spilling my tea. I'm no longer pushing fifty ... Fifty's pushing me!