In 2020 I published this book above, A Cadence of Despair. It’s a collection of poems and essays from a year’s worth of recovery and learning and journalling. It offers voice to some rather difficult times. But then also, voice to the glimpses that begin to show up, that begin to shine up, and point to some integration. It’s a bit raw. A bit clunky. But also has a few really important learnings.
My friend Katharine Weinmann recently shared one of my poems from this book, on her blog. My poem is called “I Suppose”. It was / is some of my clarity on how the inner work must be done in conjunction with the outer work. It’s fun to see words picked up and shared. Thx Katharine.
For inspiration.
I Suppose
I suppose that my hope is that
this inner journey is refining me.
I suppose that my hope is that
I am daring to lean into the wound and anger
of leaving innocence and ignorance.
I suppose that my hope is that
I will find integration and wisdom.
I suppose that my hope is that
I am connected to divinity,
either approved by God, or in sync enough.
I suppose that my hope is that
I am loved and accepted.
I’m becoming aware that this only happens in the external
when it is happening in the internal.
