And Nothing Happened
I step out my front door and in the distance, I hear a freight truckand some cars. There is no thunder of tanks or rolling explosions.I look around my cul-de-...
Category: Nonviolence
The World is Spilling Over with Good People
Early this morning standing in rain:sparrow and junco soaking in song,quail content in blackberry tangle,radiance coming up through wet gravel; look closer, the...
The Game is Up
It was a hot summer evening and we were playing Sorry. As these games go, we competed with (friendly?) rigour, ruthlessly knocking one another off the board at ...
If God Was My Neighbour
Sure, if God was my neighbour I’d be outside mowing the lawn all day, glancing over the fence on every pass and at night tremble under the sheets. How could you...