Author: Karin Jervert
-
My Biggest Way-Finding Try
Some days, I feel as if I am just too old to be this young still… A childless mother — Funny I never thought I would weep over those words, But I do now. Because I am a childless mother who knows all too well how time can be stopped, And cropped like a film…
-
She Is Many, She Is One
I was cast aside, like garden waste, when I knew it was real. Into the mound of the forgotten, the used and useless. But, all these years were not wasted. I was learning how to fertilize, utilize disintegration, deterioration towards resurrection, towards new life. I was unworthy, once. But I heard her singing inside me…
-
Where Do We Look For One Another?
My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the broken twigs…
-
Let No One Tell You Your Story
I’ve been asking myself lately, when will I let myself be home, at peace? When will I let myself be healed and whole? When will I believe I have found that thing I have been seeking all my life? I’ve started to see that the constant seeking draws the actual knowing of what that thing…
-
Who Wears Your Crown?
I sometimes think about how the global leaders we have are not truly taught how to be leaders at all. How this kind of education has evolved in the West to glorify leadership as a strategy of striping those they serve of their power in grossly cruel and violent ways, as well as in subtle…