“I cannot bear, nor even hear the voices of men
unless they be in song and sore-amazed at the nearing nearness,
soaring -soaring in awful timbre about the unified flame”
from the Diary of a Tree Standing on Its Head
The Cosmic Tree
The School of the Transfer of Energy
workshop studio land
The School of the Transfer of Energy 
Hey Jack. Beautiful piece.
Yes💔. Me too. Singing.
I am focused on loving my family, not wasting food, pleading, praying for understanding of how we humans can still be so far away from loving one another?
I am. Still.
Singing.
I learned today that Clare, a fellow RN who was there for me when my brother Doug was diagnosed with ALS, was murdered by a patient diagnosed with dementia- a tormented soul- who beat her to death in his home.
I cannot hardly express how this has impacted me… I have spent over half my life trying to be a loving presence for those who are suffering- visiting people in their homes in the middle of the night, long before we had cell phones, driving down country roads to be with people. I was never afraid, and now I am. And all my colleagues are…
I have been crying all day. Bereft.
My God.
We are still new to creation, still steeped in survival instincts- tribalism-especially when we are wounded.
Yes. All I can do is sing.
💔🦋💫
Thank you for this overwhelmingly raw and beautiful comment! My heart goes out to you as you grieve and navigate all that Clare’s tragic death has stirred in you. I am grateful for your openness. We are still so new to creation- that is a significant observation. Peace be with you, friend. Go On.
Such a stunning image with inner heat and light to discover this late autumn morning. Thank you Jack.
Thank you, Steven. I hope the inner heat finds you well in the north country.