In Memory of Her

“Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled where we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.” William James “I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down...

A Tale of Love and Loss

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto...