The Spirituality Center at Saint Benedict’s monastery in St. Joseph, Minnesota, has a labyrinth, which I am preparing to walk soon for personal and professional reasons. I suppose I could just drive over there tomorrow and walk it, but that’s not how I take journeys. I read up on the places I’m going because it… Continue reading Gailand MacQueen on the spirituality of mazes and labyrinths
Epiphany commemorates the visit of the Magi, or wise men who visited the infant child, whom the angels in Luke's Christmas story announced as "a Savior, Christ the Lord." They came bearing precious gifts. They were guided by a star to a divine manifestation, an awe-inspiring spiritual experience, the moment of aha—at last I see!… Continue reading Epiphany: a collaborative poem for the sixth of January by Almut Furchert and me
I feel as if I've hauled my sweaty-palmed, embarrassed self to my first P.A. support group, dreading the moment...ugh..now it's my turn. Inhale. Close my eyes. Exhale. Open my eyes. Scan the room. Say it. Hi, I'm Tracy and I'm a poet. The reason this is a difficult admission for me? Often I’d prefer to be… Continue reading Are you a poet, too?
I can't remember why branding myself with a reader-friendly, easily pronounceable name seemed important. This past year, while living and learning among an intentional community of like-minded, kind-hearted people I discovered that there is one thing I must bring to the community, and thereby to the world, that fulfills my life's (and my writing's) purpose--Authenticity.… Continue reading Trashing My Brand: in rejection of the insane trend toward the monetization of everything
Yes, this headline is a parody of the vacuous 1981 Olivia Newton John hit song, Let's Get Physical. And yes, this might be a questionable way to headline the most serious-as-a-heart-attack post I've ever attempted to write. So maybe a better title to this, my gut-reaction to the recent, sickening news coming out of Charlottesville, Virginia… Continue reading Let’s Get Political; Let Me Hear Your Wisdom Talk!
“And I have at last accounted for this last part of my story.” Beowulf’s voice surrounds me, and his image again appears whole before me. Beowulf the warrior reaches out his hand as if to touch me. I extend mine toward him. “Which causes more pain, I wonder. The words unsaid or the words not… Continue reading Susan Thurston’s “Sister of Grendel”: a cultural critique of the epic hero
"Memoirs are just one form of word delivery. It’s all inquiry, expression, a search to connect. To honestly recognize our mortal selves in others." Marc Nieson (Schoolhouse) A few weeks ago I thought Steven Petite was spot-on in explaining that the distinction between genre and literary fiction is based on the kind of experience the reader… Continue reading On Blurring Genres and Other Divides