The Aching Search for Truth

We each have this aching, this thirst for our truth. Not THE truth, or the truth of everything, but our … More

Sunshined Flowers

Opening the heart. This old cell of a chest cavity. It’s not a breaking or shattering but an invigorating cracking. … More

Shaky hands hug a warm mug of my favorite French press coffee. Heart racing; breath shallow. Centering my focus on … More

5:23 am We’re kicking up the dusty dirt from the lowest place on earth, just south of the Dead Sea, … More

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. … More