About this blog
My edge is the place where I can grow as a writer or a student of yoga; it’s the place where I balance between boredom and discomfort, a sweet spot of ease amid the push and pull of words and stretching my body on the yoga mat. I see writing and yoga as two intimately connected activities that also include meditation. How long can I sit with or write about a strong emotion or sensation without falling out of balance? This is the place where I work.
Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton, Part II, TS Eliot