In the Thin Places, a poem
Heaven and earth, the Celtic saying goes, are only three feet apart, but in thin places, that distance is even shorter. Eric Weiner, "Where Heaven ... Continue reading
The Butcher Birds, a poem
Each morning as we walk the farm's perimeter, we find victims of the butcher birds: grasshoppers, beetles, lizards, frogs, snakes, mice, impaled on cactus spines, ... Continue reading
While the Music Lasts: A Poem to My Younger Self
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment… or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are ... Continue reading
