The Sound Love Makes by Paul Chubbuck Lately I’ve been contemplating and noticing how many, if not most, inspired and happy people are ones who have endured a lot of suffering and managed, somehow, to learn from it and create a new life around what they’ve...
Needing a “Tuneup” Client: I’ve been quite lethargic of late so haven’t followed up on your last suggestion as I should, but it’s on my internal to-do list. I’m writing because I’m struggling again – my whole mindset has...
Alchemy by Paul Chubbuck In the dream I have two tank cars full of raw petroleum. How this came to be is secret and suspicious, but no one challenges, the gunk is mine. The question is, what now? The sticky, black sludge is an appalling mess on land or sea, terrible...
Your Grief is not Fashionable A Poem by Paul Chubbuck Have you noticed how talk fades if we dare to share our deepest grief? Those who don’t turn away say, “she’s in a better place now,” “it’s for the best,” “there’s other fish in the sea,” “this too shall pass,”...
Switching Gods Poems read aloud by Paul Chubbuck Last Sunday, I read 11 poems on topics of healing from trauma from my new book, “Switching Gods: Poems and Tales for Waking Up” at the Fort Collins Unity Sunday service, interspersed with Minister...
Switching Gods A Poem by Paul Chubbuck Who is our God? I mean, not the one we address on the Sabbath, or try to believe in, according to the scriptures. I speak of where our minds go in the dark hours when the bank account is low, our lover is gone, our child is ill,...
