These days I'm aware of polarities and the disquiet of feeling split by opposing values and feelings. The solstice is a polarity. The line from Adrienne Rich's poem that moves me most in this moment is "I'm trying to hold in one steady glance all the parts of my life." In these troubling times, in this November of my spirit, I ache to feel whole, vital, active, and powerful as spring. . . and tender, and vulnerable, patient, peace loving. The snow is coming, it will fall over all the fields. I must let, as Rich says, my brain glow violently as it settles around me, and keep writing to see how to "discover my own language with which to speak to the spirits that haunt a place."