I wrote these intentions out in an emergency room on March 2, 2023, when I had a health- and mental-health crisis and literally thought both that I was going to die and that I might be evil. Then I didn’t die, and I wasn’t evil. Now, I can do what I intended. I can hold myself accountable.

Intentions: I’m going to submit a series of personal stories and an ongoing blog to Mad in America, the site based on Robert Whitaker’s book by the same title. They also have an arts section. I can write about mental health recovery and the arts as well.

Intentions: I’m going to write essays for literary outlets in the West, since launching my own journal— Moenkopi: A Journal of Place—isn’t something I can do until my health improves and Jon and I know we’re maintaining a residence in a Western state.

Intentions: I’m going to submit articles to medical publications and magazines that focus on patient rights and patient advocacy. This is the work I used to do. Recent experiences have made it clear my voice, perspective, and insights are still needed in those publications.

Intentions: I’m going to write poetry. More and more poetry. (A Say’s phoebe and two American goldfinches flew into my locust tree when I transcribed those two sentences from my ER notes.)

Intentions: I’m going to volunteer in my community as a teacher, mentor, peer, and advocate. I may even teach in the school system if I get well enough to do so. I was hired as a substitute last year but was unable to work because of my health issues.

Intentions: I’m going to make every attempt to strengthen the communal fabric in this area, to be part of it rather than set off from it. I plan to lead with love and to see my gifts as a responsibility, something to share with others for the greater good. This is no time for hubris, for strife, for selfishness on any level. A wise man shared these insights with me when I was in Independence, Missouri, last month.

Intentions: I’m going to support, nurture, listen to, learn from, and grow with those around me—starting with my husband, whom I’ve loved since the day we met in Kansas City twenty-eight years ago at a little deli in Brookside called Daily Bread.

Intentions: I want to work with my own unique gifts and—in my small, humble way—train those gifts on helping humans, the Earth, and all living beings because I’m embodied here and now.

That is: I live in a body on this Earth, among humans and all living beings, on real soil that channels real water, in real air that sometimes carries smoke from real fires. These elements—Earth, Water, Air, and Fire—are eternal and mythical, but they are also real. They are here and now, as we are. They root us. They ground us. And we need to be rooted and grounded, now more than ever.