Thursday, May 17

Morning Hope

Here, a new morning.

A fresh sun having traveled around the world.
The sun having seen all there is to see: War, the making of love, tears, birth, laughter, death, fear, joy.

And here we are...spinning through space and time
once again
to greet this: a new day of full of potential and truth

Saturday, January 21

No Where to Go, Nothing to Do

Krishna Das, a warm home, a heart bowl of oatmeal - complete with kamut, flax, warmed mackintosh apples, cinnamon and a dash of local wildflower honey.

And the stars have begun their descent from the sky. They now cover all the exposed flesh of this ancient city of Krakow, this state, this region - a true display of interconnectedess. Here. Now.

And me, well, I just feel this cascade of gratitude for all I have on day like today...