In her poem ‘Magdalene on Gethsemane’ Marie Howe narrates an imagined interaction between Mary Magdalene and Jesus of Nazareth in the Garden of Gethsemane. From Jesus’ agony on the night before his crucifixion, in the voice of the Magdalene, Howe writes: “When he was in the garden the night before And fell with his face …
A new decade has dawned amidst smoke and heat and peril. What can we ask when we know much of it will be hard, even harrowing?
in January during the Australian bushfires. My mother died in what feels like another era now, though it was only three months ago.
There are already people who cannot be present with their loved ones who are dying.
Some things don’t heal. There is a respectful knowing that doesn’t try to force healing or hope on people.
