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“Why fear?”
Words of Zora Neale Hurston “Somebody else may have my rapturous glance at the archangels. The springing of the yellow line of the morning out of the misty deep of dawn is glory enough for me. “I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms. When the consciousness we know as life ceases, I…
A prayer for sabbath time
My dear friend Barbara Fisher — author of Wallace Stevens: The Intensest Rendezvous and soloist in the early days of the New York City Ballet under George Balanchine, among her many other manifestations — gave me this prayer sometime in the mid-1990s. She wanted to encourage me through a dark time. She typed it on the back…
Hold, please….
You know dishwater that has gone cold and is no longer sudsy, but greasy and gray? That’s how my writing feels right about now. I need a break. I need to fast from my own words. I will return in a couple of weeks. Or three. Maybe four. But I will return. Blessings in the interim —…
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