“What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire,
The longing for the dance.
stirs in the buried life…
…Touch me
remind me who I am.”
STANLEY KUNITZ, Touch Me
There is a way that my life assembles itself. I never really know the “next thing” until it becomes vaguely visible on the horizon. I often sense that change is immanent; that something is gestating–developing in the dark; somewhere deep in the earth or underwater. I’m in that place now.
I’ll tell you what I think I know about this “something.” It relates to writing and seeing and understanding. My felt sense is that it will be some kind of grand synthesis…a way that I will put my work into language…a way that I will make an offering…a way that I will know and contribute to wholeness.
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Sandy, I continue to be inspired by you! Wonderful eye, language, meaning and feeling. Continue doing what you do……
I know this place. I am very excited for you and the people who you will,”help to wake up”. B