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Sickness

A pituitary tumor, a shot of thorazine, the flu

Good Medicine

An Unorthodox Prescription For Health

I can tell you everything you need to know about nutrition in one sentence. “Good nutrition consists of eating a wide variety of chemically unaltered foods.” That throws out 90% of what you’ll find in the grocery store.

An Interview With Stewart Walker

In massage each of the levels has to be respected. The tension seems to work in layers. It takes a certain amount of time to work through those different layers. It’s rude, in a way, to go barging into the deepest levels, unless there is relaxation and trust.

Selected Poems

Excerpts From Peg Staley’s Letters

I’m not even going to try to sort out how I can be the source of my universe and at the same time know that God holds me eternally in love. I just know both things are true. And in this Easter season I am deeply moved by the events in the Bible and their parallel in my life. Christ’s willingness to experience humanity as I do seems especially precious. And I have history and knowledge on my side as I go through the events of Holy week, knowing that Easter will come. Death itself cannot obliterate me.

Facing Cancer

“Peg has left us. She died peacefully. . . .”

There seems to be more of me in this letter than I like. However, I want you to know that, though tired, I am peacefully sad yet thankful that Peg’s pain is over.

Eating

Like a horse, to attain a state of high performance, to achieve a balance somewhere between the need and the desire

There But For The God Of Grace Go I

He decided that if looking into the darkness could evoke both bears with frying pans and wonderful fantasy worlds, then it was all a matter of the manner in which he went about looking that determined what would confront him. He was still scared of the dark so he limited his looking to moments of strong neurotic necessity, but the vision had been so powerful he never again seriously considered brick and mortar as being in any way, shape or form representational of reality.

Sunbeams

One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self: of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.

Nietzsche

Editor’s Note