Meditation with a Purring Cat

I can’t heal the world, not on my own. Can’t heal America, can’t do much beyond my own limited vision.

And yet. Continue reading


Grim Harvest

Lilimor slipped out the back gate, trotting to the meadow as fast as her little legs could carry her. She’d wanted to arrive at sunrise, before anyone noticed she was gone. Continue reading

Summer’s End

School is out for the summer, but not for much longer.

The days grow short, the nights shine sweet crystal, cool under fulsome moons. Bare armed with glass raised high, we toast midnight relief from saturated days, leaning back into night’s caress. Continue reading