One, but not the only, Promise

In the mailbox this morning named after Freya

Except when it is insanely easy, writing remains elusive. Always I am someone longing to be a poet,

to make something never heard before, to be taken out of myself. That it happened at all is a wonder. – Louise Glück

Yesterday was the 90th anniversary of the birth of poet Sylvia Plath, in Boston (1932).

Whatever we’re into, when you hear someone say theirs is the only way, the only promise, be very suspicious. – after Chӧgyam Trungpa Rinpoche

The Watercourse Way embraces and expresses all ways, always Creating. That is its only promise.