I have considered and wondered and written about love for most of my life, I think. The first love I consciously thought about was romantic, which to me meant sacrifice and loss as the movies from the post-World War II war era showed us, and as was true for my … Read More
Eyes still closed Barely re-entering awareness from a nap I am floating up More like surfacing Slowly From the deep deep Wondering in a mere moment or two Whether to continue up To full consciousness Or to let go more Enjoying Sinking back downward Downward Floating downward languidly To the … Read More
January. The start of a new year. And also the month in which I was born. I’ve always liked that, having my birthday on the first month of the year. When I was a child, a January birthday meant that if I hadn’t received something I wanted for Christmas, I … Read More
I love the sound of the ticking clock in the quiet house I hear it saying “all is well, all is well, all is well.” Sending its message through the pleasantly empty rooms In a way that immediately quiets my mind. That has been true for me for twenty-seven years … Read More