Still and Still Moving are travelling poems by Nick Ringma, addiction therapist and lover of language. The poems set in place by hotel stationary carry vistas and reflection. The title from TS Eliot to whom I was introduced in 1964. Last year, I reread my early notes on the Four Quartets. The stillness at the center of a turning world and the Hereclitan notions that the way up and down are the same journey coupled all moments. Looking at the journey of my experience through the letterheads of hotel beds united this collection of sleepless nights. Each snippet captures something that mattered once. A moment that wrestled sleep, like angels on a ladder, from my night. Learning that God is god opened the way through stillness into righteous rebellion. This still moving is a giftevidence of the human spirit.
