by Christina | May 11, 2013 | Poetry
I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness, slowly becoming that last curving and impossible sliver of light before the final darkness. A survey noted that if ED is caused due to...
by Christina | May 11, 2013 | Poetry
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I have long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as...
by Christina | May 11, 2013 | Poetry
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back...
by Christina | May 11, 2013 | Poetry
This story was apparently told to Carl Jung by his good friend Richard Wilhelm. Robert Johnson has written a nice article on the Relationship of the Inner and Outer using this story on Inward Light. A Chinese village is besieged by drought and unless there is rain...
by Christina | Apr 29, 2013 | Poetry
I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your...
