Sometimes Silence

Some­times silence does all the talk­ing. Sum­mer slides away and we look into the faces of the dahlias and ros­es to see how they show not tell. This is what it is to find anoth­er: an eye to the blos­som­ing stars, irra­di­at­ed galax­ies of col­or and form, freed, like hous­es turned inside out to wel­come every vis­i­tor, bee and ant… Con­tin­ue read­ing Some­times Silence

Between Stories

Last week­end I went on a hike up near Mt. Rainier here in Wash­ing­ton State. I head­ed for a fire look­out built in the 1930’s, no longer in for­mal use, but a good des­ti­na­tion for a clear sum­mer day. After an hour or so, I round­ed a cor­ner in the trail and looked for­ward across… Con­tin­ue read­ing Between Sto­ries

Meditation on Friday

The world is not a per­fect place. There is injus­tice here, unfair­ness, dis­missal of what’s best and true, in us, in oth­ers. But you can­not keep love in check for­ev­er. You can­not keep what’s right in lim­bo for too long. You can­not keep trust in soli­tary, con­fined to dark­ness. You can­not keep the strength of your rebel­lious soul in… Con­tin­ue read­ing Med­i­ta­tion on Friday

Solstice

I was moved, recent­ly, by an elec­tron­ic card I received cel­e­brat­ing the sol­stice: well-wish­es and an image of apples still hang­ing from a leaf­less tree; snow falling at dusk; a somber but not heavy light.  Source Unknown It’s good to know that behind the human hub­bub of this sea­son, old cycles con­tin­ue. In a world of… Con­tin­ue read­ing Sol­stice