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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 1, March 2019

Jonathan McKeown
Bardwell Valley, NSW, Australia


For the most part I am kept too busy looking out to look in. But some evenings, when the day’s work is done, I lie down beside you on our bed, yet awake, and allow myself to sink into my body. There sometimes I encounter transient rigidities, clenched teeth, clenched fists, clusters of tension around points of pain or injury. There is one for whom it is not so much encounter as reunion, though, a wound, that does not, that will not heal. A wound – for a time I called an ‘injury’ – that still remains a mystery. How it happened – where – when – why it happened, I cannot say. And yet it has become my life-companion; the ring with which I have been wedded to my own body. Thus the Governance that ordains all life would, in my case, have it. But then there are times when I sink into you – my other body – you whom Governance has also freely given me.

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