“She’s on borrowed time,”I heard myself say today.Tonight, I think about how griefplunges meinto the preciousness of it all:every potential last.Then I remember,gleeful and aching,this was(is)always true. This summer, anxiety has followed me around, somehow both subliminally and vehemently all at once. It lurks in the corners, room to room, hangs over me like a…

David Whyte writes a beautiful poem about forging our own way that echoes the often quoted wisdom of Joseph Campbell, “if there is a path, it is someone else’s.” The poem, “Start Close In,” is both meditation and wise council- the kind that turns us back toward ourselves for answers instead of further deluding us…