It is my love Susan Griffin It is my love I hold back hide not wanting to be seen scrawl of hand writing don’t guess don’t guess at my passion a wholly wild and raging love for this world.
Winter Susan Griffin This winter sickness took hold of me but I was ready to be held and fell willingly into solitude and dream. In my mind a numbing snow covered hot causality and I began to wonder at all my years. Weariness is not a lesson but it leavens want. There would perhaps be … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/06/2014 – and fell willingly into solitude and dream
So it remains Susan Griffin So it remains to reassemble whatever we can on this holy or unholy day on this day like any other remembering letting words fall into our mouths like bits of a shared meal scanning the numerous texts, rendering all the possible readings, scriptures various as seeds, the many meanings of … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/03/2013 – the spilled wine of our living