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~ Psychotherapist & Author ~
JANE SESKIN
MEMORY AT SIXTY-FIVE
I’m having a
conversation with
someone when my
brain goes AWOL
and a name or word --
think Johnny Mathis,
labyrinth, waxy begonia.
bank password - becomes
deeply submerged
and can’t be retrieved
until three to five hours
later, when what was
missing pops up
through the seaweed,
into another time
and space.
VOW
I WILL
not
apologize
for
being old.
MEDITATION
In the evenings
I inhale
jazz piano
as my spiritual
practice, with
Jarrett, Monk
and Peterson
the teachers
who play a time-out
for heart and ego
as petty irritations
are deleted,
critical voices
stilled, and
in this twenty-
minute pause
where I am
silent, the music
enters my soul
and irons my life.
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