The Stillness of Dawn

This poem by my friend JoHanna Hartwig perfectly depicts this lovely time of year. Solstice   In the sweetest hours of dawn the world hangs in perfect balance.   We dreamers on this plane tell ourselves we are awaiting the sun’s return.   But I ask… Is...

The Divine Court

While I stand in the center of my sunny living room, I open an envelope and unfold a letter. Immediately, I see the date—just two weeks away. I call on the Beloved but still feel the shift inside me. It’s a darkness that spreads like black ink in water, weakening my...

The Right Soundtrack

The Divine dwells as much in the concrete and taxicabs as it does in the rivers, lakes and mountains. Grace is neither time nor place dependent. All we need is the right soundtrack. —from the movie Liberal Arts.

Scrooge Buys a Tree

Last year just a few days after I bought a Christmas tree for my mother, it died. Its needles dried to a frank crispness, its color turned a dull sage. It shed itself onto the carpet and transformed into Charlie Brown’s original tree. All because I had a Scrooge...