Inner Life

I must be working for pay in a company again because I’m pissing people off without even trying – it’s my superpower. But since I can leave this job if I want, there’s a certain joy in pursuing an ethical course without worrying about my relationship with a large corporation.

I process anger and grief through my art. I’m feeling these because of worldwide politics, wars, and injustice. I’m okay with negative emotions; they produce action. Their by-product is art and writing, which makes me feel happy again, as does the actions I take to directly change the insanity of our human existence.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.