Whimsical Walla

I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...

Up above the loose lilac light slips through the silver-stretched clouds slumbering across the day’s dimming sky. And here down below I...

I recently returned from my first weeklong meditation and mindfulness teacher training with Tara Brach and Jack Kornfield. The week had...

I wrote this poem last summer while hiking up to White Point in Cape Breton. I was struck by the mysterious and gruesome story...