Sunday, August 25, 2024

Living with Prostate Cancer

 


I’m nearing the two-year mark of dealing with aggressive prostate cancer, and I’ve been writing about the journey to keep my sanity. The essays that have come from this are beginning to be sent out to journals. 

Both internal and external beam radiation procedures were completed last fall, but leuprolide, the androgen-deprivation drug, is still having its way with me. I think its side effects are beginning to fade a tad because my hot flashes aren’t as frequent and they aren’t as intense. The hair on my legs is still gone, as well as what I lost off my head. What muscle I have left still has no definition, and even though I exercise twice a day, I don’t see any changes there. 

Because I lost strength, flexibility, and balance, I’ve begun going to yoga and Pilates classes to get them back. Most of the classes are what they call “hot,” which means that they heat up the room into the mid-90s. The idea is to sweat out all the toxins in your body. After going to classes every other day for the last two weeks, I have yet to make it through a class without needed to rest in the middle and catch my breath.

Dealing with cancer is not for the faint of heart, not that you have a choice. But I’ve experienced the grace of fellowship among cancer patients and the great compassion of the nurses and doctors.

More on all of this later.


Saturday, July 6, 2024

Two New Essays

 


I am thrilled to have two essays published recently. Both of them are about grieving someone you love and trying to make sense of the world without them in it.

“Speaking of That … which we weren’t” was published in the Chautauqua Literary Journal. This is a print-only journal, so you can’t read it online.

But “Fragile, Fracture, Fear” is online. It was published by Cleaver Magazine, and this is the link:

https://www.cleavermagazine.com/fragile-by-mark-liebenow/

gratefully, 

Mark


Saturday, April 13, 2024

To Be a Hermit


 



Growing up in a small farming town in Wisconsin, I felt most alive when I was outdoors, and I would sit for hours in the woods or on the shore of a nearby lake and feel that I was home. 

When I began reading the words of Thomas Merton fifty years ago, I tried to imagine what it would be like to live as a hermit. Would it be complete isolation, talking only to the wrens and squirrels, and the occasional bear walking by? Or would I be like Thoreau, and come into town now and then to visit people? And where would this hermit place be? A cabin in a forest keeps coming to mind. But what about living in the desert like Georgia O’Keeffe? Or in the highland mountains of Scotland like Nan Shepherd? What landscape could nurture me for the rest of my life?

I also wondered what it would be like to live in Merton’s hermitage that was near Gethsemani Monastery. Reading John Howard Griffin’s book of living in the hermitage while he worked on Merton’s biography gave me a sense of what this would be like.

My essay about this was published in the new Merton Seasonal. It’s called “In the Hermitage with John Howard Griffin.” I am grateful for the insights of Steve Cary and the assistance of Dr. Paul Pearson of the Thomas Merton Center.

(The photo is of the altar in Merton’s hermitage where he celebrated communion.)


Friday, April 12, 2024

In Merton's Hermitage with Griffin


 My essay in the spring issue of The Merton Seasonal is called “In the Hermitage with John Howard Griffin.” In reading about how Griffin felt living in Thomas Merton’s hermitage for months as he worked on Merton’s biography, I debated whether I would ever want to stay there, if given the chance, as well as if I would want to be a hermit somewhere else.

The Merton Seasonal comes out quarterly from the International Thomas Merton Society. Each issue focuses on exploring Thomas Merton's writings for today's world, and on reviewing new books that have come out about him. If you don’t have a yearly subscription to the Seasonal, you can buy this issue, as well as other earlier issues in stock, for $5 per issue, or 3 issues for $12, 5 issues for $18, postage is included to U.S. addresses.

 Checks made payable to “ITMS” should be sent to: Dr Paul M Pearson. Thomas Merton Center, Bellarmine University, 2001 Newburg Road, Louisville KY 40205


Wednesday, April 3, 2024

At Merton's Gethsemani Monastery



At Merton's Gethsemani Monastery
    Trappist, Kentucky

Pray for us, Thomas Merton,
who’ve come for consolation.

Pray for those who rise with the bell 
at 3 a.m. to touch the incorporeal, 
who enter heaven’s silence
and wonder if they’ve heard things right.

Pray for the farmer driving holy rolls 
of Cistercian hay to pay the bills.  
Pray for monks pouring good bourbon 
into fruitcake and fudge to sell.  

Pray for the cheesemakers 
filling molds with fresh milk.
Pray for those who study mysteries 
they can never clearly explain.

Pray for the comely lass at Vespers
who distracts from Gregorian chant.

And pray for me, 
a Protestant in Catholic’s clothing, 
who meditates under the ginkgo tree
where the Dalai Lama once sat,

who bows at the right time, 
kneels with the wrong knee, 
almost remembers to cross himself
when passing by the sacred Host. 

Pray for us—the confused and fakes, 
the spectacular failures and saints.  
Ratchet up our screw-loose hearts.
Orphans at your gate.

first published in Liturgical Credo

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My essay "Tinkering with Grief in the Woods," about spending a week at Gethsemani Monastery while dealing with grief, was published by Literal Latte: https://www.literal-latte.com/2012/09/tinkering-with-grief-in-the-woods/


Saturday, March 30, 2024

Easter Dawn

 


Easter Dawn


The air is cool and hesitant.

Stars twinkle out slowly 

as the black sky gives way 

to the promise of the hidden sun.

Feelings of longing, belief,

and hope fill my body 

and surge with unspeakable joy!

Expectant grays give way

to the pink, orange, and yellow of dawn

as the light of the young sun 

rises slowly over dark shadowed trees.

People gather as the sky deepens to blue.

The excited chatter and songs of the birds 

lift our hearts that rise 

with the steady strokes of wings,

rising towards the unknowable 

Presence.


Mark Liebenow


Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Listen

 In the morning, before you begin your activities, find a quiet place where you can listen to the day opening up. - Mark



Find a Bench

 

Find a bench where you can pause your busyness. - Mark


Simplify Your Life

            Simplify your life. Listen. Take care of others. - Mark



Prayer

        I don’t know how to pray. I only know to sit in a quiet place and listen.  - Mark