I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me leaves me, and the fear…

We think we get over things. We don’t get over things. Or say, we get over the measles, But not a broken heart. We need to make that distinction. The things that become part of our experience Never become less a part of our experience. How can I say it? The way to “get over”…