A Piercing Call
At the end of May, the rainbirds sound their longing for water. A single plaintive note stretches out a parched...
At the end of May, the rainbirds sound their longing for water. A single plaintive note stretches out a parched...
A poem from Ecuador that echos my feelings today, as I prepare to visit beautiful Wisconsin. A remedy, a spell....
In the midst of a global trance of fear, we create a circle of sanity. Aching to connect, we hear...
Five score years and then three more, my mother’s been alive on earth. I honor the path of my mother’s...