What a surprise to realize Stephanie Dowrick wrote In the Company of Rilke, a book I purchased some time ago & never opened because I don't grasp poetry, so why bother - nice dream, but I lack the sensitivity soul depth to appreciate what is offered.
Wait! Stop!
Be shocked that those ancient self-rebukes still well up just thinking about poetry. And that they are still SO strong.
I am to poetry as stone-deaf people are to music - utterly unable to appreciate it.
Where did I get such a stunning message? And how is it possible that - at the grand age of 63 - I still hug it still feels a part of me?
When I saw the cover of Stephanie's book, recognized it, realized I have no idea where it is - Did I send it onto Mim, who embodied the heart soul spirit of a poet? - my breath shortened, my heart clutched, my breath shortened.
This is interesting.
This is a place to go into deeper.
This is the time to talk to Amanda!
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