My dears, In the last weeks of Val’s life, someone from her meditation group shared a poem with her. She described it to me, briefly with her brief breath, and I sat in the bed next to her spelunking the internet with my phone until I found the right thing. Continue Reading
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Also, I like this poem.
Meditation at Five Islands There is no help for it after all, nothing to keep one’s unlived lives from dragging their heavy chains along the bottom of the sea, full fathom five and so forth. The heart wants what it wants, which is everything. The brine air and the hundred-year Continue Reading