Pathways close behind. Forward the stream flows slowly, Bearing me with it.
Pathways close behind. Forward the stream flows slowly, Bearing me with it.
A promising young man’s life is ripped from him violently. As his body hits the ground, waves of hate and fear and violence ripple out from him, tossing a community and a country into turmoil. Friends and family weep. Friends…
It has been nearly a month since the last post at the Retreat. I have been in silent contemplation of life and meditation abut things that have gone on over the last year. Many people believe, as I found out…
Soda can glistens- Capturing dust blown on wind. Sweat soaked hat alone.
Blessed guardian— Standing still and vigilant. Friend of winter black. Garden of flowers, Black and white among rainbows. Leaves float in water. White hunter on wing— Silent under the moonlight. Bare trees marching on.
In the spring of life- The peal of bells brings delight. Lotus floats away, Borne on the winds of sorrow. Lost, the sands that pass unseen.
In a fast paced modern world, our lives are often full of stress. Children, school, work, activities, family, friends…each one of these singly has the opportunity to add to our daily stress levels. Taken in multiple doses of one or…