What the Woods Said
You can’t withdraw, one said. Another, as I passed and ran my hand along her bark, went on to add,...
You can’t withdraw, one said. Another, as I passed and ran my hand along her bark, went on to add,...
At the Buddhist retreat, wind’s thin fingers skip across my cheeks. In noble silence, I perceive Lake Chapala breeze. Her...
Lake Chapala ripples toward shore. Pink daybreak, like prayers, rays out over the waters. Round Grandmother Moon smiles farewell in...
I posted that I finally joined a gym here in Ajijic Mexico this month, but I only had a photo...