tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38890863742073698032024-03-19T03:50:09.171-04:00BlizMy takeLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-67014841448922556852017-02-18T17:48:00.001-05:002017-02-18T17:49:36.528-05:00
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-42944159557295691472017-02-14T09:17:00.004-05:002022-06-28T19:09:17.118-04:00The Healing Sound of a Tin Can
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It's possible I am pushing through solid rock
in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: everything is close to my face,
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don't have much knowledge yet in grief --
so this massive darkness makes me small.
You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in:
then your Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-87780348666331915292016-05-22T11:05:00.002-04:002016-05-22T17:43:08.961-04:00Return
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-52130615627482979972012-09-18T13:14:00.003-04:002012-09-19T09:50:31.786-04:00Forget Therapy
I quit.
That’s right, I quit. Everyone knows September is when the real New Year begins, when we start real things, like school. But I quit. I quit school. I QUIT SCHOOL.
Breathe, Liz, breathe.
Is it a coincidence I quit right around the Jewish New Year? While it’s true I’m a Jew – if one of the world’s worst – the fact that my soul’s new year also begins every September, Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-31229531441331101552012-03-18T15:53:00.001-04:002012-03-19T08:45:59.097-04:00Therapy Actual
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Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-49343339216570599682011-11-12T09:34:00.077-05:002011-11-13T08:04:43.459-05:00Therapy by Proxy: GraveAs you many of you know, and for those of you who don't, I have recently gone back to school to study psychotherapy. After a lifetime of searching for meaning and purpose to my existence, this just might be it. Healing myself in order to be of service to others. <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-20980643626256001382011-08-22T11:26:00.080-04:002011-08-29T11:46:05.265-04:00Love is a strong swimmer@font-face { font-family: "MS 明朝"; }@font-face { font-family: "Cambria Math"; }@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; } @font-face { font-family: "MS 明朝"; }@font-face { font-family: "Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-12023196794220930862011-07-24T19:41:00.079-04:002011-07-27T16:40:47.174-04:00Your Past is LoveA while back, I briefly dated a talented, intelligent artist who, on our second date, said: “Liz, I don’t want to talk about the past. Not mine. And not yours. I don’t care who you once loved, what you did in your life before me, or what you thought. All I care about is who you are right now and what we are doing together right here …” … as if I just magically appeared on planet Earth as a Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-12595377733001918792011-06-03T10:56:00.081-04:002011-06-11T16:33:56.270-04:00A Year of Living Dangerously@font-face { font-family: "MS 明朝"; }@font-face { font-family: "MS 明朝"; }@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; 2010 was the year I decided to date again. Date consciously, that is. As opposed to Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-52867006418832211712010-07-29T15:55:00.050-04:002010-08-02T08:24:03.975-04:00Still and still . . .
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On Dec. 7, 1989, the day after Marc Lepine gunned down 14 women at l'École Polytechnique in Montreal, my mother’s partner’s daughter (who was a 30-something lawyer at the time) insisted that Marc Lepine did not kill women; rather he killed “people.” This distinction despite the fact that Marc Lepine had deliberately separated the women from the men so that he could shoot the women, and despite Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054847263079980265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889086374207369803.post-89172768126361813842009-08-22T17:51:00.027-04:002009-08-22T20:57:54.311-04:00You Know You Want To
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