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Where in me to my Demons reside? What do they corrupt in me? Can you describe your angels? How do they assist you? Dirge recited by Eugene Marckx BY KENNETH FEARING 1-2-3 was the number he played but today the number came 3-2-1; bought his Carbide at 30 and it went to 29; had the favorite…

How do my feelings about myself reflect how I see the world? What do I tell myself about the world to feel safe? What stories do I tell that confirm my world view? Bridge    by Jim Harrison Most of my life was spent building a bridge out over the sea though the sea was…

As the seasons have been changing, a friend has been confronted with his mortality. He has severe heart issues and has now contracted COVID-19 while in hospital. He’s facing this by reaching out to others and welcoming support and continuing to give to others. It’s not possible to outrun mortality. Do you try? Basket Woman…

Have I named my demons? What are they? Since they’re mine, can I transform them? Share your demons with us. Four Directions Calling Basement Work

Dirge     By Kenneth Fearing (Poems 1935) 1-2-3 was the number he played but today the number             came 3-2-1;    bought his Carbide at 30 and it went to 29; had the             favorite at Bowie but the track was slow— O, executive type, would you like to drive a floating             power, knee-action,…

This month we took on a topic that draws out different thoughts and emotion. The song below was offered instead of a folk tale.

After hearing this sung during the gathering I found a YouTube movie of this that sent chills through me.… Read More

Topic - Victimhood: How I embrace it The Gathering opened by calling the directions. Spirit Calling Song Sanskrit Song Food of Love Following is the poem Food of Love by Carolyn Kizer. It was recited by Gene Marckx as a way for us to move into our topic. Food of Love by Carolyn Kizer            …

by Alden Nowlan Recited by Gene Marckx It's snowing hard enough that the taxis aren't running. I'm walking home, my night's work finished, long after midnight, with the whole city to myself, when across the street I see a very young American sailor standing over a girl who's kneeling on the sidewalk and refuses to…