I’m becoming a woman of tonics and potions, and only / my cast-off Catholicism makes me feel guilty of it…
In the evening after lying in bed sick all day,
I take to walking around my new neighborhood in Georgia.
It isn’t much of one, this bedroom community
in Savannah’s south side.
Well, I know I have arrived
And it's hard just to survive
But I'll stay alive
...And it is all right.
I love the sound of the rain.
I love my feet in the sand.
I love my arms wrapped around a great redwood tree.
In meditation I sometimes have it… but the other day, sitting sick in bed, working, the feeling came over me.
I came across the word, "shoshin," for the first time last year, which is a word that comes from Zen Buddhism meaning, "beginner's mind." And ever since, it's been a concept that's clung to my outlook like a charm.