JUDY HOGAN : This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008)
CORY MISHELEVICH : Your Return
CAROLINE ENNIS : a blessing
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This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008) Your Return a blessing


JUDY HOGAN
This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008)
I see clearly now where this sacred way leads. Alone and not alone. I have always been connected to the souls that opened like the tight zinnia stars before Sun calls them to hold light and color. –Leyline 30 So few people get their second wind at age seventy that I must frame this time for myself. Age imposes limits: I adapt more slowly, need more urgently my ritual sleep, exercise, rest. Yet with few complaints my very human body carries me forward toward the ultimate boundary. Our world economy may be imploding. My Russian friends would ask: "Are you okay now?" Yes. My life is dedicated: will the Good, show love, write out my mind. Day by day, I care for house and farm, cat, dog, chickens, friends, and children, earn just enough, write and publish my writing. My days fill and spill over. I'm never bored, feel little fear, rarely am angry or impatient. The fig trees loosen their husk-like hands. I taste the sweet flesh ripening slowly now in mild October sun. The meadow grasses I walk past, where black-eyed susans made a field gold, are silver with fine, spindly seed heads. Not everyone has ripe figs to dine on, okra to steam and dip in butter, pale brown eggs to make an omelet, or lush basil, the king of herbs, to blend with garlic, Parmesan, to make a paste fit for queens. Yes, I must work. I want to work. My health and vigor hold. My mind may have its memory lapses, but I see better with each passing year what needs saying, and I have the wit and wisdom, the devoted inner life, to frame my understanding in words others can hear and love.
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This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008) Your Return a blessing


CORY MISHELEVICH
Your Return
I see a new day where relief comes early in the morning where love discovers me at midnight under the same dark expanse where you breathe. I have spent years discovering you in every face that I meet. My dream was more than one of admiration. You were the reason I began this adventure and in every experience that I own there is a part of you loving me, urging me. You are my unconscious the calming voice of my childhood. And I have forgiven you as I will again Because on our next flight on earth I will soar with you. In another space I will be the last one to discover your spirit in a different pair of illuminating eyes You give me wings each time mine are broken and for this I grant you freedom.
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This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008) Your Return a blessing


CAROLINE ENNIS
a blessing
I don't believe. I don't believe in. . . I don't believe that my questions don't resound, make no sound, that they wordlessly drown in your highly carbonated ballets. And its always you skillfully weaving, flawlessly deceiving mercilessly bereaving my need for the truth . You! Placating my errant questions, their knife edges unspeakably frightening as they play hands at enlightening and brightening the soft bellied guitar riffs of your existence... coalescing into a blessing so apt at undressing my questions and putting them to sleep like children, carefully wedged into their bedclothes and simply glad to be supported, or afforded, five centimeters from being aborted- (& which is worse? death or death of never being?) And I can't believe. (well, sometimes a little) I won't believe in this nail polished actuality that festers, stolidly sequesters for endless semesters... I won't believe!! That these questions, -stuntedly laconic and a trifle moronic- emit the inanely supersonic annoyances you say they do- because I don't believe! I don't believe in. . . I don't believe in you.
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JUDY HOGAN : This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008)
CORY MISHELEVICH : Your Return
CAROLINE ENNIS : a blessing


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