poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
it’s always the lovely ones who brave this world without a shell, fated to feel everything, to snag themselves on every thorn, strike every sharp corner of this brilliant chaotic world. yet they rise and rise again undaunted wounded but alive, shake themselves off and look the word straight in the eye … Read more
on hearing the voices of children late at night from our riad deep within the Medinah…. last night last night, just as I closed the door to consciousness and stepped into the cool blue anteroom of sleep, I heard the voices of small children, rising, falling, echoing through the house, familiar voices … Read more
