Old Journal Entry

Going back into my journals for the first time in years, I discover it’s interesting to note how clearly I perceive things now, compared to 15 years ago. For all those sheltering in isolation with others they are not quite used to being with 24/7, perhaps these...

Forest Home

I have chosen to come here to this place, bleak and dry and windblown after the harshness of winter; the land has been in isolation too, as it perpetually will uncomplainingly, year following year, why do we humans resist it so? The is-ness of life is a thing we have...

And We Are One

A light shaft slices down the lane through the truffled cover of night, bouncing heaven-first to shoulders, traveling the length of my spine to the tips of chilled fingers, then perceived again clearly through another’s warmed skin, like holding a...

Dreaming Awake

I had to look twice, glancing out the kitchen window as the flutter of a mynah bird’s jet black wings jogged my vision into memory, the giant frond of a Queen Emma lily flung carelessly by a kicking wind, bent not broken into a shape resembling  the appendage of...