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 →

Inner Rooms

[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 →

No Easy Wind or Downy Flake: Mongolia

  I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading →

The Eagle Hunters

  Here in this high valley, the oldness whispers. The wind and snow stinging my cheeks know nothing of Christmas. Continue reading →