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Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
After a month of cold and flu and coal smoke and pre-schoolers, a friend and I finally managed to meet …
When I returned home from a brief and brisk afternoon walk with the dog my partner asked as she usually …
The wind is howling as a cold front moves in taking our unseasonable balmy weather with it for a few …
In “Aging to Sage-ing,”Rabbi Zalmon Schachter-Shalomi, explores the question of our true nature first, by eloquently re-imagining Freud’s basic premise …
Loving what you photograph in the sense espoused by Buber won’t make you a better photographer or give you better …
One of my stories is that life is short and I grow old. The pressure to share, to contribute, to …
It’s been over a month now since I made the trip back to Missouri to see my mother. It was …
The ripples of Metta which had arrived via my iPhone straight from Katherine’s heart gave me sweet dreams and I …
An undefended heart. We all have one. A place or a space we experience as being inside – that holds …