Oh! Everything is bursting and growing and celebrating together, even in the midst of the suffering - such a blessing...

The Cure

      Albert Huffstickler


 We think we get over things.

We don’t get over things.

Or say, we get over the measles

but not a broken heart.

We need to make that distinction.

The things that become part of our experience

never become less a part of our experience.

How can I say it?

The way to “get over” a life is to die.

Short of that, you move with it,

let the pain be pain,

not in the hope that it will vanish

but in the faith that it will fit in,

find its place in the shape of things

and be then not any less pain but true to form.
Because anything natural has an inherent shape

and will flow towards it.

And a life is as natural as a leaf.

That’s what we’re looking for:

not the end of a thing but the shape of it.

Wisdom is seeing the shape of your life

without obliterating (getting over) a single

instant of it.

About Healing

     Rebecca Pancoast

What can I teach you

that isn’t better said

by the still knowing of your body?


Here, I’ll hush

and we can wait together.


In the silence

it can seem as if

the truth is running late.


Trust her anyway.


She’s taking the shortest path

she knows


Winding her way

through the ropes in your belly and

navigating the lightning storms

of your heart

takes care

and it takes time.


Tell me about

the first tree you ever loved –

the one who

when you smiled




When the truth arrives,

she’ll meet you

where your roots

are strongest –


she knows you’ll need them

to anchor you to

your grief.

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 Our friend, Marshall Lyles, has muscular dystrophy. He suffers, he cares for others, and experiences what it is to walk in this world in this condition. He's doing something about it, about the language of it. I am so grateful. (You can scroll through slowly with the help of the arrows.)

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Ancient Language

    Hannah Stephenson

If you stand at the edge of the forest

and stare into it

every tree at the edge will blow a little extra oxygen toward you


It has been proven

Leaves have admitted it


The pines I have known

have been especially candid


One said

that all breath in this world

is roped together


that breathing is

the most ancient language