Four new poems, the first day of spring, and some personal excitement about World Poetry Day.
contemplative practice
A Prayer for My Solitude, in a Wild Place Not Home
About a year ago, I rented for the weekend a tiny house that hangs out over a mountainside, with a view of the sea.
Conversations at Thresholds
This one's a little bit photo essay, a little bit meditation, a little bit book review. Oh, and a poem.
Anxiety & Radical Hospitality
In which I am not a monk. Quite.
