What is Besieging You? Or, How the Onslaught Became My Memoir, Boundless, and Life Turned into Art

In response to the parade of sorrows and disasters, I am tempted to form a Mercury Retrograde support group. Instead, I turn to poetry.

Moonrise over Sandia Mountains. There is beauty, even during the onslaught of Mercury Retrograde.

I am ever-so tempted to send out a call for a Mercury Retrograde support group, given the onslaught of trouble this month, but instead, I am turning to the poet David Whyte’s essay, “Besieged,” from his Consolations collection.

Plus, wouldn’t that be an exerc…