Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy my thoughts. This poem, written by Denise Levertov,
is the best answer to why I started this blog.
Margot
"The one who can't say it,
says it.
The one who can't figure how,
pictures what.
The song no one can sing,
sounds quiet,
air in air.
from Footprints by Denise Levertov
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Thoughts
In my work as a psychotherapist, I am fascinated by how often a persons’ stories interact with their natural landscape. How much of their ...
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Excavation They are out in the street, digging up the cement with huge metal claws. Beneath is the dried dirt, full of pebbles. Below tha...
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A harsh wind fists the forests’ wall of leaves. The shaken green smell expands my chest, cracking me open to air. Thunder sounds, vibr...
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The leaves on the big backyard Oak have the first tinge of yellow and boom. My brain, friend and foe, presents a memory, me talking the two...