Blaming escapades

We'd like to save ourselves

but can't

We blind ourselves to our escapades

escaping, if possible, our original dis-grace

We fall deeper into the ancient hole

dug eons ago while fleeing first

It's tragedy we long

Responsibility we set aside

Felix culpa we sing at Easter time

yet quickly suppress the message therein

wrapping all in blaming tones

unable to listen to our own

With difficulty we accept ourselves

and the pathetic state of our kind

but if we would responsibly say Yes

our present stumbling would occasion grace

*Studying your own experience demands more bravery; you never know exactly what you might discover.

  -Carol Shields

*I just think too many women, and men too, arrive at old age without having touched their authentic self.

  -Carol Shields

*I think love is the basic building block.  It's your basic molecule.  Why else would we make an effort to be sort of good in the world and with one another, if it weren't for this kind of mystical connection that holds us together?  Why else would we do it?

  -Carol Shields