In December 1983, I was in a high speed/head on automobile collision that changed my Life to such an extent that I didn’t know what or how or who I would be after I recovered; people who knew me before the accident thought I must be a Walk-In (a popular concept back then). As I healed from the head injury and came to terms with type 1 Diabetes that emerged as a result of the accident… as I floated in the space between what was and what was becoming, I wrote this poem:
When the bottom dropped out,
I was scared.
For did these feet grow wings. Continue reading “Living On The Brink of Perpetual Awakening”