I started writing a different piece this month. Halfway through an essay on how everyday racism bubbles up among good people, I stopped. “That’s fine,” I thought. “I’m ahead of my deadline on this. I’ll finish it up in a … Continued
We say the sun has shifted ‘cross celestial equator. It is but our perception of the sun. We are the thing now Shifting through the sky. . – written Equinox Morning, September 23, 2014, Northern Hemisphere, Pacific Time The first … Continued
May your harvest match in sweetness whatever may feel bitter. The scythe cuts all things down.
But new things grow.