For me it is the water. Always the water. The closer to its source I go, the closer I find myself to my own.
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The Lament of Words
These words and thoughts
and thoughts and words
have meaning
have power
have danger
have hope.
Time to turn the page…
In some ways this will be a back-to-the-future kind of move, writing about those places where I find the extraordinary hidden in the ordinary, and moments of sacredness growing out of common experiences.
Judgment
Condemnation blinds. Only love can see.
Have Yourself a Compelling Little Christmas
There is nothing coercive about this kind of love. Nothing about it screams, “accept me or else!”
