validate me, validate me not
By Miriam E. Miles
Inspired by Psalm 23…
And so, she soars
She feared the tide – the ebb and flow of her mind’s capacity – for so long that she almost forgot the sound of it’s gentle swoosh along the shore, the pebbles of creativity pushed gently, purposefully forward.
Exploration of The Colliding and how this poem came about and what it means.
What if happiness is a lure and not an antidote?
I’ve been thinking about suffering lately. I am coming to believe that we live in a society that values happiness and it’s continual pursuit over the necessity of acknowledging struggle, fear, grief and suffering.