poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
I recently had the immense good fortune to spend a week hiking the Kungsleden trail in Swedish Lapland. Well above the arctic circle, the sense of space is almost incalculable. Everywhere is running water, clean enough to drink as it must have been in most of the world at one time. What we have done … Read more
old wood this is a country of sharp stones and small flowers, deep snows and dry summers. we sing here but we’ve learned to sing softly, melding our voices with birds and the wind with the moans of the earth as she turns. here lies the old wood broken and bent here is the teacher … Read more