Temple Steps

Temple Steps

steps   six deeply worn wooden steps led to the temple where I learned  to tolerate stillness  while searching  for something  beyond    beyond what, I try to remember as I watch my mother’s shallow breaths, an ebbing tide of the miniature Gaia that gave me...
Places of silence

Places of silence

cities, noise, silence…     This weekend I spent the day visiting a new friend who lives outside of Austin on the Pedernales River.  She has a beautiful place, and it reminded me how much I miss when I am living in the city.  In...