This poem essentially fell into my napkin as we were eating dinner one night… Sometimes our children can be such fine teachers, helping lead us to an appreciation for how ephemeral, how precious our life is. I was aware, as the conversation was happening, both of what was happening in our room and outside of our room, ...and the poem was a way to circle around what was happening inside of me—some simultaneous experience of discovery and loss. I think all of us look back on past conversations and think of what else we might have said. I still don’t know how I might have handled it differently. I have been wondering a lot lately about the ways we try to protect each other from difficult subjects. But as my teacher says to me: "Everything you love can be taken from you, and eventually will be." The more I can accept this truth, instead of railing against it, the more peaceful I am. But how do we frame these truths with our ch...
Women's Spiritual Poetry