We look with uncertainty
beyond the old choices for
clear-cut answers
to a softer, more permeable aliveness
which is every moment
at the brink of death;
for something new is being born in us
if we but let it.
We stand at a new doorway,
awaiting that which comes…
daring to be human creatures,
vulnerable to the beauty of existence.
Learning to love.

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Anne Hillman
Anne Hillman

Anne Hillman mentors groups and individuals who seek a mature spirituality. An author and educator, her writing and experiential learning opportunities are invitations to step into a creative framework larger than those our cultures tend to offer. Since 1978, she has explored the internal aspects of social change — an inquiry into the kinds of interior development that can contribute to fundamental changes in a culture. Her articles have appeared in national journals and newspapers, and her poetry in several anthologies.

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