Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong My love shall in my verse ever live young. -Shakespeare, from Sonnet XIX Continuing with last week’s theme of remembering, these final words from Shakespeare’s nineteenth sonnet evoke a sense of the eternal nature of memory. Memories are not relegated to dusty attics, or shoved back into the recesses of our mind; rather, as … Read More Ever Young
Month: February 2019
Last summer’s reeds are all engraved in ice as is your image in my eye; dry frost glazes the window of my hurt; what solace can be struck from rock to make heart’s waste grow green again? Who’d walk in this bleak place? -Sylvia Plath, from “Winter Landscape, with Rooks” Sometimes—usually in the winter—I feel drawn to Sylvia Plath, and to this poem … Read More Bleak Places
Thinking is only a small part of our consciousness. -Eckhart Tolle Most of us would agree with Descartes statement: I think therefore I am. The unconscious process goes something like this—when a thought arises, whether it is as simple as I really want another piece of cake or as reproachful as I’m a horrible friend, we usually accept it as truth. Then, when … Read More I think therefore I am?
He did not know that the new life would not be given him for nothing, that he would have to pay dearly for it, that it would cost him great striving, great suffering. But that is the beginning of a new story—the story of the gradual renewal of a man, the story of his gradual regeneration, of his passing from one world into another, … Read More Your Story