…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
So, it happened at the close of a very hot last day of June, that I found myself surveying the garden dedicated to my parents, lovingly known as Mom and Dad’s garden. The back of the garden is lined by a white picket fence that separates our yard from the neighbors. …
It was a windy Sunday morning on North 8th street. The weather was beaming in beauty. Spring was well under way outside. Troy’s hospital bed was situated such that he could see out the windows in the back bedroom onto the backyard.…
When I close my eyes the background grows
Dark black to luminous ebony
And every color pops up in play
Let this stillness that dances
Tune the String
So much less
Can Will Be Am
Is this Me
Or us
I?…
On our last day in Thailand, during this past Summer, I felt the draw to seek out the holy place from which Thomas Merton departed this Life. The walk there from the train through the Samutprakin area just outside Bangkok alongside the Dan Canal was lovely and peaceful.…
We go through life, most of us perhaps, content with the familiarity of habit and opinion. What can break us out of this? Who would want something truly fresh, even uncomfortable?
One does not have to physically travel to taste something foreign, new, perhaps even acerbic.…