I had a heated argument with an over-sized chunk of romaine that refused to comply with me today.
Stubbornly insisting it should fit in my mouth, I continued to force it over threshold of lips and teeth — and it continued to flop around outside my mouth.
Exhausted and a wee bit self-conscious, I relented and set it free.
Then I sulked — and stewed in my own sour juices.
Oh god, it is me.
It’s definitely me, and though everything I’ve learned tells me this is the good news —
Because if it’s you — well then that is something you can control — you can change —
But god help me —
I’ve still got romaine rage.
JULIE ANN STEVENS 
I offer this quote from John O’Donohue as a comment to myself in his absence.
“Lingering and hanging in the darkness is often — I say this against myself — a failure of imagination, to imagine the door into the light.”