being from being broke open
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being from being broke open ruminates on the crucial questions of being human: Beyond family, where do we belong? What is "home"? Who are we? How do we live? How do we go on living? From a childhood in which home felt like shame and woods were haven, the natural world - trees, birds, seasons, water, mud - offered up the language these poems use to navigate them. In each poem, sensory experience opens, petal by petal, to reveal inherent depth and meaning. Yet, each clinched circle of understanding inevitably ruptures, springs open when new experiences shake us up - or break us. What will save u...
being from being broke open ruminates on the crucial questions of being human: Beyond family, where do we belong? What is "home"? Who are we? How do we live? How do we go on living? From a childhood in which home felt like shame and woods were haven, the natural world - trees, birds, seasons, water, mud - offered up the language these poems use to navigate them. In each poem, sensory experience opens, petal by petal, to reveal inherent depth and meaning. Yet, each clinched circle of understanding inevitably ruptures, springs open when new experiences shake us up - or break us. What will save us is love, and the common thread of being rooted in matter as an integral part of the rampant spiral of evolution. We are broken open into new meanings and new horizons. And if, at times, we find ourselves caught in something we cannot grasp, or make sense of, or live with, these poems show us we can still bow to and trust "the unfathomable / cavern in the hold" by which "the whole / took shape" - and go on.
