“I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread near the creek on the Big Tesuque Trail in the Santa Fe Mountains.” On a sunny spring morning, I sit at my dining room table and write this in the will I am preparing. I think little of it. It is but a directive for […]
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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 ...
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! ...
When the Lights Go Out
When the lights go out in your house and you can’t even find a candle… When yellow gas seeps under the door frame ...
