Nothing, Lucilius, is ours, except time. We were entrusted by nature with the ownership of this single thing, so fleeting and slippery that anyone who will can oust us from possession. What fools these mortals be! They allow the cheapest and most useless things, which...
I have a story to tell about a little 5 mo old American Eskimo puppy named Shadow. I’ve never met him physically, but my sister Marcia just drove 3400 mi round trip to save him from being put down. His breeder in Missouri called Marcia last week to tell her Shadow had...
Yes, things have to get down to bare bones –
To the place where muscles sore and hot like fire,
Burn my flesh into cinder before I create.
I create to survive.
My age like a curse or curved scythe presses
The time edged clock into my mind
And my leaden body. It ticks fa...
I wrote this during a Carolyn Conger 5 day consciousness seminar given at a ranch near Sacramento. The ranch owner was looking after her long absent son’s big gray dog Jesse.
IN THE FIERCE, DEAR WINDS OF OUR SEARCHING,
IN THE DAUNTING ELUSIVENESS OF OUR POSSIBILITIES, ...
