Entering the Stream
Tomorrow before dawn, I leave for the land of my Italian ancestors. I think of Thich Nhat Hanh at age...
Tomorrow before dawn, I leave for the land of my Italian ancestors. I think of Thich Nhat Hanh at age...
We humans can be fooled by the corner streetlight pouring its harsh false moon, while in the same view the...
During Open Circle’s Compañía de Ópera de Jalisco The music of longing, beneath every opera’s drama, pours from their...
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. Whatever is...