Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life ...

We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common...

I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness,...

Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to...