This morning I turned to the beauty, built a fire while three ravens cackled at two hawks. It was not serious warfare… more an exchange of suspicious glances across the borders of status and majesty. I had a conversation with the sky about bringing rain and wondered if a particle of smokey ash could ride […]

These are the beautiful mornings, the frost and fog clad in icy gray so the warmth within must emerge with fortitude; biting chill on cheeks, fire in the belly as they say.

When the arms of my spirit are weary of hurling inward burdens into the wind, I fade off trail into a hollowed place of unknowing, close my eyes and slip into a healing sleep, for I can carry this heaviness no more… to waken sometime later during the last whispering moment of one of God’s […]

I drove to the old neighborhood on a Tuesday morning, looking for a place inside of me that was left untouched by time and trying, vacant of ego, quiet of the voice of recompense. I stepped out of the car where Sachem Street meets Quincy Bay, climbed over the seawall as the musk of low […]