poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
if Valentines day was a life and not a day…. because of its speechless improbability this miracle of green emerging soft so shyly from the damp dark because it feeds equally on sun and rain relishing both always reaching to unite heaven and earth beacause of is powers of alchemy transmuting the rot … Read more
there’s always hope with enough butter and bacon, all gluten free! who knew, until the sellers told us, of this ubiquitous poison in our bread? and not just for an unlucky few, those with identifiable disease, but for all of us—go gluten free and you’ll feel better—go free of anything fool and you’ll … Read more
For my friends and family who share the periodic shadow of depression. Not all days are created equal…. Unseen The barrage of advice is endless. Use your brightest colors, sharpest lines, be cheerful! But eventually, we each must paint with whatever colors we see, especially on days like this, when your heart feels like a … Read more
maybe it began maybe it began as a small room in a small house, a blue spread on a bed, a wooden dresser a window, a rug on a wooden floor. home, the place of origin, a place to be from — going out and coming back and going out again. did such … Read more
we were farmers once, you and I and young. a time of plowing of breaking ground, a time for the placing of seeds, for watering and waiting, a time for the taking root of love. come– walk with me again in this garden—there is still fruit on this tree, can you not … Read more
Last week I had coffee with a friend who’s living under a cloud of uncertainty about his job; the company he works for is embroiled in complex, very public litigation with a competitor that could cause his company to go out of business or merge, with radically unpredictable consequences for him and for his co-workers. … Read more
we are meant to embody this world completely. to be cried by rain breathed by wind. your feet know this. tear yourself from your ledgers, the pale yellow columns of figures, the harsh discipline of decimals. come walk with those who move among mountains. pointless, meaningless and full. we’ll dance atop the … Read more
