Tucked into Time
A wealth of roosters bell their red exuberance and trumpet wind music into June dawn. I’m tucked into time like...
A wealth of roosters bell their red exuberance and trumpet wind music into June dawn. I’m tucked into time like...
When a human being asks for money help, let me stop and take a sideways step, out of narrow judgment....
Our dreamers’ batons at play, in grace; and the stories rise, and our precious lives keep unfurling. Today my baton...
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Ow, owie, ow! Until our exclamations lose their steam, until our edges know the bruising like an...