There is a short poem I love. Some sources attribute it to French poet and writer Guillaume Apollinaire, others to English poet Christopher Logue. It goes like this. "Come to the edge", he said. "We can't, we are afraid", they responded. "Come to the edge", he said. They said "We can't, we will fall." "Come … Continue reading Come To The Edge
The Shadow of Life
Staring at the sun with our bare eyes is difficult if not impossible. The equivalent is true of death. It is hard to think about death and face it without blinking. Irvin D. Yalom has done it multiple times during decades of therapy practice and talked about it in a wonderful book. I won’t try … Continue reading The Shadow of Life
