Eternal Peace

Eternal Peace

We glide among sleeping aspens rime ice coating branches above our heads, a snow cloud under our skis.   Within this gray-sky cathedral all is quiet except the creaking limbs as they dance to the wind’s song.   We trek deeper and deeper into the misty woods...

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...