Though the path is hidden I hike it home. Every step an exercise in trust. The deeper the snow the more I rely on the True Guide.
Occasionally the Beloved brings me a poem that I can’t resist. This is one by my friend Logan Jo’el. The Beloved Physician I have nothing and am too happy, they say. Why does he smile so often, what drug or wine does he imbibe? My body aches at the end of the day, yet I […]