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A crown is but the open flower in sunshine's bright." Inside our thought holds most of the riddle of existence, we interact primarily with the objectively real, but always in companionship with the part of ourselves that is like an unclear halo. We know it is truly our own, but, in great part, clouded. It is the marvelous self that is non-corporal. It is the spiritual unit of our being, and while troubling and source to much sorrow, it is triu...

PortionsThe world that waits for me at the top of the stairsis one of supreme quiet, and invitation_To a pensive time of varying mood, Strange and fanciful thought, And ideas that burst like bright, Exciting colors, over the furniture and appointments, These alongside shadows, deep and grey_This is the world of my most real self, One of which I yearn, in paradoxical stances:To escape, and to return-For knowing one's self must be done in portio...

Agatha Moi is a long-thought, very full bramble of ruminations of a life through which struggle enabled the sacrament of a kind of purification-cleanliness of negativism, fear, and doubt, the redressing of fear, and the pathos of understanding the loss of, most, beauty-into an acceptance of an argument aspiring which became, finally, truly, unnecessary. "Wearing" can prove difficult, as the the0020verse narrative demonstrates, but using its ...

I, Elizabeth, is the personal recounting of a post depression, southern "rural poor" woman's journey through the onset, flowering, and moderation of symptoms of bipolar illness. Her "falling down" occurred in 1965, although symptoms had appeared much earlier. The first twenty years were an unbearable sojourn in deepest depression, medications at that time being ineffective. The latter years have seen more balance of mood, but shifts continue, ...

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A crown is but the open flower in sunshine's bright."Inside our thought holds most of the riddle of existence, we interact primarily with the objectively real, but always in companionship with the part of ourselves that is like an unclear halo. We know it is truly our own, but, in great part, clouded. It is the marvelous self that is non-corporal. It is the spiritual unit of our being, and while troubling and source to much sorrow, it is trium...

While The Myth of Being is a gentle recording of the author's earliest impressions and memories transcribed when she was a young adult, these verses, from the period of three or four years of age until her second marriage and especially difficult struggle with bipolar illness (1970s), an aside might be added, at a level beyond effective description and playful illustrations, which do reveal the activity of beautiful memory, one can find very e...

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Hard reality is a construct that is heavy in its actuality. All individuals bend under its weight and thrash about, often helplessly, to be free of its truth. At times, our behavior reverts to violence, at others, to prayer, and at times, we seek the comfort of the wisdom of those who tell of their methods of finding relief. Fable and myth are ancient steps taken to soothe troubled circumstances. Rainbows, gold, and goodness represented in bea...

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All shall be good, All shall be good"St. Julian of WarwyickThe sweetness, the peaceful gift of early morning cool, in summer, comes to me often out images and thought brought in yesterday's visitations, A closeness to good, the distance to strife, the pace of the sure and purposed - these fill my being in such moments. Let none, or I in myself, weep over the bittersweetness of standing, mortal.

All shall be good, All shall be good"St. Julian of WarwyickThe sweetness, the peaceful gift of early morning cool, in summer, comes to me often out images and thought brought in yesterday's visitations, A closeness to good, the distance to strife, the pace of the sure and purposed - these fill my being in such moments. Let none, or I in myself, weep over the bittersweetness of standing, mortal.

This small volume is a comforting record of the theme of being, existence: that of joy and sorrow, and though we experience much ambivalence in the matter - doubt, pathos - we remain grateful for the beauty of the marvelous adventure and are reluctant to depart it.

This small volume is a comforting record of the theme of being, existence: that of joy and sorrow, and though we experience much ambivalence in the matter - doubt, pathos - we remain grateful for the beauty of the marvelous adventure and are reluctant to depart it.

Elizabeth's poetry is, in sum, a collection of worded pictures of her sparing with illness, sensitivities, in relationships and of being - jousting with philosophical principles as they impinge on her sensibilities and intuitiveness, within the milieu of Bipolar perception. The resulting dissonance within bountiful periods of joy in creating - she finds, to some degree, a contentment, perhaps resignation, but surely a "lighted despair" in what...

The small volume of verse, Scarlet Flow, is a selected record of one decade of the author's thoughts, which celebrates the value of beauty, perceived, whether in painful or more pleasant circumstances, of the past but also that in the moment, spontaneously, these two portions of our lives are seen to flow into each other, giving the wisdoms necessary for the sustenance of a healthy self. No perceptive experience is too small or grand, neither ...

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Elizabeth and Richard were fated to live a tragic love story. They met and immediately fell in love, despite emotional disorders that threatened their personal relationships. Elizabeth suffered from bipolar disorder, Richard, from a personality disorder. Yet, somehow, their own mental flaws came together to form a perfect unit that allowed them to love each other wholeheartedly until Richard's death in 1992. With the advent of new medicine, El...