
Meditation #1. The Holy Spring
Sheep wander around me, slow round puffs with faces. An Irish mountainside slopes up to gnarled crags. The sea moves Continue reading
Sheep wander around me, slow round puffs with faces. An Irish mountainside slopes up to gnarled crags. The sea moves Continue reading
[published in the Winter 2017 edition of “Tiferet Journal”] It’s 2 am on a cool November night in 1970. I’m on Continue reading
I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading
Here in this high valley, the oldness whispers. The wind and snow stinging my cheeks know nothing of Christmas. Continue reading