I thought my sense of personal awareness and comfort would somehow armor me against the unhappiness of life, against problems I saw in the world around me. And up until today, I think maybe it had. Maybe it still can.
As I feel autumn coming in full force here, the year dying around me, the quote above really speaks to me…
Every night I go outside and stand in the sunroom’s footprint to watch the sunset. It’s become a creative project as much as a spiritual one…
so I ask the light, is this happiness? can it simply be
absence of despair, doubt unflinching, that crosses all borders…
I have happily found another kindred spirit, a sister and fellow traveler, one of those very special moments that I feel lucky to both experience and recognize…
then all was still; and we found, on the unending road, we were not alone;
we walked instead, side by side…
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” – Rumi When I was younger I raged against the injustices I saw in the world. The tragedies, the losses, the violence and cruelty. It kept me up at night, […]
Doug was smart and handsome and a bit rough around the edges. People often crossed to the other side of the sidewalk when they saw him, thinking I had a werewolf on leash or something. But he loved his human family with unfailing devotion.
shadows fierce, bound, inside my suit of skin, ready, every moment, to rise up blazing, meet the light, and stare it down…
To me, that is one of the great gifts of art, of writing and poetry. It connects me across the years, sometimes even millennia, to others and helps me understand that, in many ways, people in other cultures, living in other times, aren’t really that different from me after all…
