Daily Signet

Sacrificing is everywhere in me; sacrificing every moment of every day. Every moment of every day, I’m sacrificing with ferocious intensity some mental and emotional part of me; burning it off, transmogrifying it; the least of me transubstantiating into the best of me. Otherwise. it’s the silliest saunter through life—as Bill Boast often said. So every breath is an intake of fiery spirit that’s Holy, every step is through another fiery doorway so something else is being sacrificed. Through tiredness, footsore weariness; sacrificing and sacrificing and sacrificing, always sacrificing. And so it goes.

 —I realize I am saying it poorly. I don’t sacrifice my personality, I sacrifice letting my personality, my feelings, my emotions and my reasons run my life. My personality serves my Soul’s errand in the world. 

Ben Leichtling

On This Day…

Louise Gluck born 1943 in New York City: poet, Poet Laureate.
Works: The Wild Iris, A Village Life: Poems, Vita Nova
Quotes: “Of two sisters, one is always the watcher, one the dancer.” “We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.” “Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.”