"My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe and soon my whole body into the water. I want to shake out a fat broom and sweep dried leaves bruised blossoms dead insects and dust. I want to grow something. It seems impossible that desire can sometimes transform... Continue Reading →
Sometimes pain and grief are necessary agents of growth in our lives. I’ve been thinking a lot about pain lately, particularly pain of the emotional and psychological variety, and I’ve come to realize that a lot of my problems and failures as a young man resulted from my inability to be with my own pain. Not that I could have known how to be with it. To the contrary, I was taught and conditioned to run from it and to ignore it, as it seems most of us were, and still are.