by Jennifer Lendvai-Lintner It’s learning to live in unknowing. It’s letting experience guide when there’s seldom precedent. It’s...

Finding poetry in a dream diverted

Thankfully, life isn’t like that. It’s not all soft spring, lazy summer or spectacular autumn blazing, so it’s not all harsh winter, either.

There was never going to be an ideal time to start, so I started right in the middle of the mess.

How can one survive in a perpetual state of unknowing?