A Space True and North

Sometimes as I work my way back through A Year with Thomas Merton for the umpteenth time a passage strikes me as new, as fresh. A prime exam...

Work, when those routine tasks the day to day stuff don’t get done, life just isn't the same. But what do the cycles, the endless repeti...

A crazy man ranting came appearing out of nowhere. With corn row hair and riding a mountain bike he circled us twice or maybe three times as...

  Some days you find the gold in life where you least expect it. In this case it was three doors down and on the berm between the sidewalk ...

Quiet moments that refresh your soul in life do come, but not often. Savor those ones that do arrive. Hold on to them. Memorialize them in ...

In the waning hours, the time right before bed I look around me. One cat black and sleek sits on the cushion of a disheveled couch. Childr...

Shinning bits, tiny and fragmented. Like dust motes floating in late afternoon sun. Bits suspended, supported by nothing but that invisibl...