HeyJaredJayne Gumpel
A poem is a doorway where the heart steps out of hiding. A few true words soften what was armored~ and something begins to heal.
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Silence (opens the original)
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She went awayto find silence.For five daysshe heard everything #@*(!!!***!the arguments in her head,old conversationsstill asking to be finished,the lists, the worries,the endless machineryof herselfclanking away.And then, one morning!nothing.Only breath.In.Out.In.Out.It unnerved her.Who was shewithout all that noise?Without something to solve,remember, regret,or become?So she went walkinginto the woods,empty-headed,empty-handed,almost nobody at all.And the
For all Healers (opens the original)
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Put That Photo Back Up on the Wall(for the healer who was told to disappear)Put that photo back up on the wall!The one where you’re laughing, sunlight in your hair, alive.Not because your life is the client’s concern, but because you have one.And it matters.Just because, a hundred years or so ago, a white-bearded male analyst told you to vanish behind neutrality, doesn’t mean you should swallow your whole self.This is absurd.You are not a blank screen.You are a human being in sacred dialogue.To
A Note For My Favorite Youngest (opens the original)
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Permit me another little brag.I have two sons,and Zak is, without question,my favorite youngest.There. I’ve said it.I went to see his new homethe one he built!And before he said anythingI could feel it.Pride of place.Not pride that announces itself.The quieter kind.The kind that livesin the way a man standsin a doorwayhe made possible.The way his eyes travelacross a roomand know every decisionthat brought it into being.The way he says, Come see this.And thenEv.<p
My 5 AM conversation with Claude (opens the original)
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I have a strange idea.Maybe a ridiculous idea.Maybe a beautiful idea.WHAT IF WE TRIED PEACE?I have 700 followers. Not 700,000. Not seven million.700.And this morning I realized: that might be enough.Because if 700 people reached 700 people, and those 700 people reached 700 more: that would be 343,000,000 human beings.So here is my possibly ridiculous idea.What if we asked 343 million people one question?Is peace among human beings important enough to you that you are willing to help imagine it?N
Racism, Catholicism and Enlightenment (opens the original)
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I grew up at 24 Frankie Lane in North Babylon, in a white suburb being carved out of what had been rural Suffolk County.Lawns. Ranch houses. Cape Cods. Split-levels. Children on bicycles riding until somebody’s mother whistled them home for dinner.It looked innocent.That may be one of the first things I learned about racism: it can look innocent.It doesn’t always arrive wearing a hood or shouting a slur. Sometimes it is a neighborhood.Sometimes it is a real-estate map.Sometimes it is a mother sa
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