This Old House

This Old House

If you could, with X-ray vision, see beneath the layers,under the new paint and trim – a green as bright as eucalyptus buds,a white like sun-bleached beach stones— you would find what we have: the old rot,termite-eaten boardsof a 1930s plantation house, wrapped in a...
In the Presence of Wolves

In the Presence of Wolves

What if the wolf, or any other creaturethat humans have hunted and tortured nearlyto extinction –what if the wolf has chosen to exist,to be itself,much as I have chosen to be myself,despite a deep and profound,pervasive loneliness at the core? What if the wolf,...
Crossing Pathways

Crossing Pathways

I see no purpose in stepping on that small black bug,rambling intentionally along the ground,right in the path of my normal stride. So I extend my step, even throwing myselfa bit off balance to preserve its trajectory. I have likewise, just this morning,gently removed...
Crossing Pathways

Crossing Pathways

I see no purpose in stepping on that small black bug,rambling intentionally along the ground,right in the path of my normal stride. So I extend my step, even throwing myselfa bit off balance to preserve its trajectory. I have likewise, just this morning,gently removed...
A New Coherence

A New Coherence

This world, as itself,unfolds quietly,often imperceptibly. Nothing requires attention,and yet we might learn muchby slowing our cadencebeneath the noise and din. Tending ourselves helps heal our world.It isn’t only repairing what’s broken.It is also allowing new...
Morning Light

Morning Light

It steadies my nerves.Walking out into morning light.The Earth is solid, the ground reliable.Nothing is forced.Nature is not trying to impress. She simply does,showering desert roadsideswith sunflowers,carpeting grasses in city parkswith drifting pinks and whitesof...