Today’s post is taken from my book, TRANSITIONS, a
compilation of notes and poems from my journal documenting the stormy journey
from medicine to art.
INTRODUCTION
Words are the tools we
use to give form and substance to our lives. They help us understand our stories by allowing us to
confront, question, and ponder.
With words we can invite others into our world.
Sometimes the words are
given to us, erupting from our subconscious un-announced, as precious gifts
from the soul. Other times we must
do the work, struggling to find the words we need. The words in this book are a mixture of both; many were
“given to me”, while others required work.
As I am writing this
introduction it occurs to me that perhaps even those words we must work for,
are, in the end, also gifts.
NOW
I have been standing – waiting – waiting
Waiting to move closer to the edge
Slowly – imperceptibly – moving toward the brink
Slowly – imperceptibly – removing myself from
those around me
The path wanders, my journey falters, appearing
to cease
But always – always moving closer to the edge
Where I must step up to the brink and declare my
faith
And the willingness to stand alone – and face
the darkness
1/19/78
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