Visitation
I stopped by to see my “spiritual brother” Bruce Davidson
Category Archives: Gratitude
Casa dels vents
When the sun rises the wind rises, mostly from the sea slightly acrid and full of the tide, sometimes from the land laden with dust and a broad swath of heat.
Eastern Window
every day I feel my self filling / as a river fills with sweet rain
Wings
She was taller, and years had trained her eyes to look for hidden things.
Our Daily Dance: An Intention
I returned late last night from the annual Dance New England summer camp near Lake Ossipee in New Hampshire, and woke this morning with dancing tape still on a couple of toes, the echo of taut and trained muscle still in the sinews, and the ache of separation from that vibrant and affectionate community of dancers already wringing out …
not exact but precise
Sometimes the easy way is quite the poorest way, however you or others might convince you otherwise.
Sunrise
The earth turned toward the sun at the same speed as always, but this morning the sun was veiled behind a curtain of cloud, which moved slowly west over the water toward our small patch of land. So the eye of the day — in Bahasa Indonesia, the sun is mata hari, quite literally the …