Submergence.

When a Goddess
such as yourself
has her Happiness
so put on the Shelf

I can only Pray
for us All
that we regain
Life's enthrall

Hi LaSara,

Er, it's been a while, so I feel odd responding to this poem, since it's clearly heartfelt, but I”m just so delighted to see you're here.  I can't find any other way to ping you, so I guess it'll have to be inappropriately HERE.

I just got on Zaadz and wanted to start a sacred sexuality pod but thought I'd check to see what was out there first and LO AND BEHOLD there you are, waaaaay ahead of me.  Don't that just figure?  That's so grand.  But you have no “invite as friend” button, or whatever the hell it's called, so maybe you're just way too popular already and can't bear any more love.

Still, I wanted to say HI and say you should at least tag ME and that I'm glad you're here too, because I've missed you.  Sorry I had to go so round-a-bout.  Don't have your email anymore.

Er, 'course, it's possible you don't remember me any longer.

By the way, I saw your book out on shelves at Leaves of Grass.  Looks beautiful.  How's life as a Pro Writer been?

Lots of love,


Christy

Hi LaSara,

Call me outrageous, but I truly wonder what is it that you long for that you feel you don't already have (not that I haven't ever felt like that!).

Here's a little something to help you out of your rot. It's been on my hard drive for the longest time. It now belongs to you.

Like a man floating in water
Who dies of thirst, afraid of drowning:
So are those who are learned
Who do not apply the teaching.

Like a person skilled in medicine
Who can't cure his own disease:
So are those who are learned
Who do not apply the teaching.

Like a deaf musician
Who pleases others, not hearing himself:
So are those who are learned
Who do not apply the teaching.

Like someone on a corner
Saying all kinds of fine things,
While having no real inner virtue
So are those who don't practice.

—The Flower Ornament Scripture, trans. by Thomas Cleary

I think you know what to do now.