Mr. Weeds
Any singular love, focused and deep enough, opens us up to the mystery and wonder of the whole of creation. Technorati Tags: Creation,love
Category: Spirituality
The air breathes for you
Outside. Dark. Movement overhead. A bat, zigzags after mosquitoes. Then in the distance, lightening. Tricks of light. Steady strobing but barely perceptible. In...
The Peace of Wild Things
Landscapes go unnoticed in the undertow of everyday confusions. When a small worry insinuates, when the wind comes up, and a discarded bottle whistles in the gu...
The beginning of Love
Daniel Stanley is a homeless man. But he’s not in any apparent hurry to find a home. We sat on the grass together along the Railtown strip, with his two f...