Solstice in Southworth was beautiful this year. Mom and Dad always make it so. There was live music. The Happy Sinners took us all back nearly one hundred years, to a time the old-timers seemed to remember...
beneath
Walking in the winter city woods yesterday at noon with a friend. Listening. We are all so tired. I gave her permission to not be a fighting warrior right now. "It is December," I heard myself say. "Nothing is happening on the surface except death. Real life is hidden, it is beneath, it is underground. It is like soil being nourished. It is time for us to rest and listen..."
december blues
My niece who is nearly three would not let her mother leave the store last week without a blue solar-powered yard ornament that consists of one oversized Christmas lightbulb at the end of a long black stick. Most children want toys. She wanted something different. "My beautiful wand," she whispered...