Prelude to a resignation
I miss Open Sky. I miss the people, their energies and their kind, compassionate hearts. I miss the mystique of …
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Moondance
A moonlit night driving home up the valley after a playful and satiating meal with my partner with shared laughter …
Madam Vera
It was a lovely day in “September when the leaves come falling down.” Karen and I had not been married …
Who are we without our Stories of who we are?
And no sooner did I hit “publish” of my last blog entry then I found myself in the bathroom playing …
Aborting the flowers that bloom at night.
Nights, now I’ve been trying to write and days later here I am, still at it. There is something moving …
Life brings us what our paths require: Liking it is not required
My left arm feels dead. A little stretch and a slight twitch of the fingers and something changed. A twinge, …
Today I awoke…then Pema spoke
Today I awoke with a sore shoulder which set in motion, irritation that turned to agitation which then ignited story …
lest you become as a little child…
images of hope from kids
Ferryman Pt 2: Working in the sacred grounds
Just got off the phone with work wanting to know if “needed could I work tomorrow?” I said “yes,” “You …
Whiteness
I can walk in any wealthy part of any city and be invisible. I can walk down parkways lined with …
