Listen (excerpt) - Fran Carbonaro
somewhere between
terror and trust runs
the deeper river
of resolve, and there
we will reside, there
the sun outshines
the fires of grief
a prayer rises up
in a yet unspoken
language of light
The Way In - Linda Hogan
Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body. Sometimes the way in is a song. But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding and beauty. To enter stone, be water. To rise through the hard earth, be plant, desiring sunlight, believing in water. To enter fire, be dry. To enter life, be food.
