Perma-love

These flash floods tear through and erode one’s homeland. They wash away the topsoil and leave in their wake gullies, ditches and silt.   The first impulse— divert the flow off the land, renunciate it, so it won’t cause so much trouble!   But then the Divine...

The Budding Self

If I could only see myself the way I see my garden…   In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and bold blossoms opening to the desert sun.   In the microscopic thyme that barely survived the winter, I see a brave heart. Kneeling to...

Hear the Music

I concentrate to play each note right Pluck the base, strum the treble. Focus on the beat, one-two-three-four. Oh, but don’t forget the syncopation!   Then comes the arpeggio: Fingers move so fast they crash into each other!   And of course the words: I must...