Deep down inside, we know. We always have. There's a thread inside that you can follow to the Source of everything. The junco knows. Why do I so frequently forget, when it's the only thing that saves me?
See the most perfect old cat sitting in the sun. She is always in the sun. See the photons and the ultraviolet radiation keeping her alive. You know what that means, don't you. She is of this space and it sustains her. One with the old adobe where the kitchen plaster fell down Monday, one [...]
The engine screamed cleanly climbing out of the canyon at 5,000 rpm in 3rd. With the road to myself on a sunny cool day, I was taking the curves as fast as I could, windows wide open and the heater on full. Back in the motel in Albuquerque, she'd told me this wasn't a day [...]
Those are not summer clouds, alas. About a week ago I called my current wood guy, a rugged sort who lives some thirty miles away, to order up a cord of piñon. This marked something of a surrender for me. I'm in the middle of pretending winter isn't going to come because we haven't moved [...]
An old friend died three days ago back in Maryland. It wasn't all that unexpected, but still one feels the blow. His wife wrote, "I take great comfort in knowing his spirit is free. I just wish I knew where he was!" That made me me laugh. We're at that age, I guess. It's like [...]