(well after midnight) a present-moment, and perhaps ongoing, and certainly recurring, take on why does the world exist…
all there is
is God
and He/She/It/Whatever
had/has/will have
a DivineWhim
and here we are
briefly
ever so briefly
full of life
“We need friends who wince along with our pain, who tolerate our gloom, and who allow us to be weak…
In therapy spaces, we talk about “holding it all together” as thought it’s a fixed state—calm, regulated, and ideally achievable…
This past year, I read John O’Donohue’s poem “Fluent” for the first time, and it hit me right in the…