Minnesotans! I’m offering three free workshops this spring on the transformation of trauma. Click here for more information and to register. All are welcome, no writing experience necessary. (Non-Minnesotans, note that I will be adding these to my workshop offerings in the future, and they will always be free.)

Whenever I hear people say “I’m not afraid of death,” I feel a combination of shame and bewilderment, because I am completely afraid of death, and if all these other people aren’t afraid of it, then what am I missing and where am I falling short? I was walking along the beach yesterday, and surfers were out on the waves and I stopped to admire them the way I always do. Sleek black bodies springing up on their boards, riding the foam into shore.

Watching them, it came to me that I was confusing a fear of death with a fear of not being alive. They are two separate things, and I don’t want to not be alive. What I want is more life. More love. More laughter. More surfers. More more more. And then this poem by Galway Kinnell, who died a few years ago and whose poetry I have loved all my life, came singing its way into my head. 

Prayer, by Galway Kinnell

Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.