Living in the Gyre

These are treacherous times. We have to put one foot in front of the other, and try not to slip. These are anxious times. We have to close our eyes, count to ten, pray, meditate, take deep breaths. These are angry times. We have to hold onto our reason; some people have abandoned theirs, and … More Living in the Gyre

A Poem for Hallowe’en: “All Souls’ Night” by William Butler Yeats

The Irish poet William Butler Yeats is really one of my treasured ones. Since tonight is Hallowe’en, I thought I would share with you his poem “All Souls’ Night,” where he sits alone with two glasses of wine, waiting for a ghost to come. It is mystical, strange and meditational, an Epilogue to a book … More A Poem for Hallowe’en: “All Souls’ Night” by William Butler Yeats