Standing at the Edge Of Life

I’ve always been drawn to the shoreline—that shifting line where the sand meets the sea. It looks solid at a … More

Happiness Going Up And Back

I’m walking, but my mind is restless. It’s not unpleasant, just unsettled—like the surface of a creek rippling in the … More

Tethered to a body,As spaciousness, mind is freeIn balance is light. The waves were strong that day at Rockaway. I … More

Snow is falling—big flakes, silent, drifting. Watching from the warmth of the house, I don’t need to do anything else. … More

As I sat gazing out the window, my attention lingered on a stand of trees, their branches stripped bare. The … More

In the vast expanse of the ocean, I find myself as a singular wave, positioned between the relentless surge of … More