we all shine on into the mystic
it’s like butter melting into brown sugar or like listening to hendrix play little wing or hearing hope return to the voice of a friend or loo...
Category: Spirituality
Surprised by Love
It started slow—a bead of warmth at the base of my stomach. It was an ordinary day, it may even have been a Monday, but this detail escapes me. There was nothin...
Cat eyes
The stray cat, who sits at the window of my basement office each morning, composed within her cloud of fur, unnerves me, for I think she pities me. Yesterday he...
My Morning Meditation
Having assumed a lotus pose and moved within,having dug out the rot of resentment,having burned the chaff of envy,ploughed the hardpan of procrastination,extrac...