“How heavy my mind is, filled with the past. Is there enough room for the world to penetrate? It must go somewhere, it cannot simply sit on the surface-- Stars gleaming over the water. The leaves piled, waiting to be lit. Insight, my sister said. Now it is here. But hard to see in the darkness. You must find your footing before you put your weight on it.” ThinkingPastPoetryHistoryPoemThoughtsInsights Book:Winter Recipes from the Collective Source: Winter Recipes from the Collective