Dream. Life. Recovery.
For several years in my early thirties, I attended a dream group with the Jungian psychotherapist,…
This grey spirit seeking a sinking star
But more so than the moulted carapace of governing that lies at my feet, I connected to the adventurer of the spirit, weakened by age and misfortune, that Tennyson saw in Ulysses. It was this grey spirit that I turned to this morning for the courage to continue.
Taking time with Szymborska
I have established several practices for the New Year to make it a more mindful, culturally…
Fragments from the Burning Archive: Mikhail Bakhtin
I plunged again into my white box of old handwritten index cards today, and pulled from…
The freedom of internal exile: 2020 in review
The freedom of internal exile So much of this year I have struggled with the moral…
Fragments from my diaries – the year in review
Throughout the year I have kept a diary in a an A5 black notebook of 200…
The kaleidoscope of 2020: year in review
A tradition that I have embraced on this blog over the last few years has been…
Axel’s Castle, a mirror and an encyclopaedia
Today I am reposting this post from April 2, 2018 that reflected on some of the…
A solution to political decay: the ordinary virtues of governing well
I am reposting this reflection on the response to political decay in the midst of the…
Poem: Two voices vie in my head
This poem is a dialogue about how we are to act in this moment of cultural…