{"id":1411,"date":"2006-02-25T13:18:18","date_gmt":"2006-02-25T21:18:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/02\/25\/just-stillness\/"},"modified":"2026-01-21T16:44:44","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T00:44:44","slug":"just-stillness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/02\/25\/just-stillness\/","title":{"rendered":"Just Stillness"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Still Still<\/cite><\/p>\n

The cats sleep. The furnace belches
dust and heat. A dying man tries<\/p>\n

to breathe. Just a machine, your chest rising
and falling. Bleached leaves flap like wings.<\/p>\n

The creek, still still, still solid. The hole
in the oak, abandoned. Frogs dream of life<\/p>\n

beneath the ice. The hole longs to be filled.
The concrete angel on the patio sulks.<\/p>\n

Last night I dreamed the farmer was reaping
snow, that his harvester was eating me<\/p>\n

alive. Husked. Hulled. This morning light fails
to be described. A skein of geese unravels.<\/p>\n

Boring, predictable. I glean the field for signs.
A crow ruins the silence. I breathe, ignore it.<\/p>\n

–Laurel Dodge, La Chambre d’Ecoute<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/blockquote>\n

There is something stark, austere, beautiful, and reminiscent of Zen in this poem. I discovered Laurel’s blog last year. I read it often. (I also visit because I have a huge crush on her cat, Bob, who is featured frequently.) What I find compelling about Laurel is her willingness to dwell on the edge; she converses with death, loss, and grief in a way so intimate it makes me uncomfortable. That is why I visit her — because she explores places I don’t feel brave enough to pursue. Also because Bob is so gorgeous, and she captures his catness in all its variety.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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