Here is a lesson for those of us of later seasons: mystery is the offside of everything we see. For what we each have always been is an embodied consciousness somehow knowing and not knowing all at once. So feel free to make sense of it all however you choose with words you gain along […]
After the divorce and in the throes, I walked along the beaches of Southern California sunset after sunset. I collected stones and shells that I have kept in a hand blown glass jar I found at a rummage sale, green, cylindrical, with air bubble imperfections as if to suggest a frailty, perhaps a looming likelihood of breaking open […]
Once you have learned to have nothing to say, you will have something to say.
Take any idea that we herald as gospel and ask at which point along history’s timeline was it invented, and by whom, and for whom, and why, and then ask at which point did the supposition become irreproachable dogma? Then, what effect did this tenet have upon the people for whom it became so unimpeachable? […]
The wooden ship is today an artifact and in itself a floating museum, bare-masted main and fore, tied down in safe harbor. Years ago, we took our children to its legendary landing site and talked about the dangerous and perhaps dubious adventure of faith so many had endured in their quest for a new world. […]
When you sense within this day is the first of forever, when all will be washed in silence, where all will be pure in the peace of it, then, you are holding the vision required to walk toward that horizon, into the sun setting on this age of violence. There are others walking with you […]
To speak love into this world is to give one’s self to a certain silence. Like there, against the cold blue, in the scattered aerial constellations of blackbirds is that which beckons one to whisper, blow through me as well, winter wind, for I am in you. As you move, I move. After such, what […]