I’m wrapping up season two of The Body Awake with this episode: a mix of retrospect, looking around and some personal sharing from me.
I mention a poem at the end; that’s below.
With love, LB
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When I heard that Van Gough
Drank yellow paint in hopes that
It would brighten his spirits,
I cried and cried, envisioning
Anything that might help.
That desperate sadness.
They say it goes away but
Sometimes it doesn’t.
I’ve nearly lost my mind, too, with it,
As I searched but could not find a truth
To undo that truth.
This morning, I am somewhere new,
Writing this poem, hearing
The sharp cry of the geese
And wondering how and when lightness
Returns, if it is not guaranteed, and why,
When it does, it’s as if it never left, and
What life lives Van Gough now,
And what lives on, his