One Year Mark of the Pandemic

Oh so weary of planning for eventualities, Still shaking the burden of worry, that Incessant presence of mortality which Hovered closer than a breath of air. So far has been traveled this year, so  Deep the imprint of memories on the psyche: Hidden faces behind tight masks, The look of fear, like a frightened animalContinue reading “One Year Mark of the Pandemic”

Holding Breath

Collage Image by Susan Greenler On the brink, earth holds its breath for The unveiling. First the inhale, remembering All that has passed, then the exhale, slowly releases So there is room for something new. Awaiting an inoculation of hope,  A promise of something different. What it takes to envision change is no more and Continue reading “Holding Breath”

Finding Our Light Bearers

We have arrived at the end of 2020 as a people waiting for light. Light bearers come when things are at their lowest ebb: they are nurses who hold goodbye ipads for families bidding farewell to their loved ones.  Light bearers arrive as an eddy of hope: they are the first responders who hurry towardContinue reading “Finding Our Light Bearers”

Seeing our Way in the Dark

Artwork by Cassandra Monson We begin lighting Advent candles this week, and the first candle represents hope.  Not sure about you, but I have been borrowing hope from people from the past – ancestors, prophets, and rebels.  And borrowing and lending hope back and forth with my faithful coworkers at the hospital where I workContinue reading “Seeing our Way in the Dark”