I have found myself in the throes of regret and blame these last four months. I want to return to a difficult time and remake the decision that placed me here. My mind traces each detail of my decision and we both nod in agreement that it was the best thing to do. Yet, I know now that I was mistaken, and somehow the possibilities of the other decision are floating away as my limited time teases me and mocks my very existence. "Damn the recession and the baby boomers!"
The part of me that wasn't consulted remains quiet and reminds me that the road not taken is just that, not taken. It quotes the Tao and waits. "When it blows, there is only wind; when it rains, there is only rain; when the clouds pass, the sun shines through."
Friant
Onion compresses, when
Clay or Comfrey are not
around wounds so deep.
Stairs climb shadows
unable to descend.
An interested friend lays
treasures at my feet.
Hoist an infant, chastise
a child, hold fast. Your
Grit will determine at birth,
your Pitfalls bleed blame.
A new face causes eyes to
squint. Nothing is the same.
02-1-09
Hi Sally. wow, you added a lot since I last visited you blog. I will find a time to go w/my laptop, sit out in the open space of nature and immerse myself in reading here. I wanted to let you know that I posted your address and the name of your blog on a Linked In group that I participate in called psychologists and psychotherapists. There was a member who was interested in Jung and in poetry and had asked for responses so I gave her you!
ReplyDeleteHi again , Sally. The woman Mary Long Phd, to whom I passed this along, liked your work very much and posted your site on her Facebook page. ;-)
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