How do you change a person, No, how do you allow yourself to be changed? Can you run along the high trail, among the sunshine and shadow? Among the thin places where spirit seems so much closer? Will you listen? … Continue reading →

It turns out singing is all about the breath. Why am I surprised? For years I’ve heard this: the diaphragm, singing from the diaphragm, not the throat. You strain your voice if you sing from the throat. But there I … Continue reading →

As I was trekking solo from Paris to Amsterdam I met a woman named Denise on the flight. While she was only 5’8″ she appeared relatively tall. She was lithe, sinewy, dark, and carried herself with the Queen’s grace … … Continue reading →

Not long after my mother died, I was driving on I-5, north of Sacramento, not in much of a rush. I sensed a car behind me and checked the rear view. A chartreuse Maserati was on my tail and apparently … Continue reading →

Dad drives up to get me in the old Green and White Buick His bronzed hands with their black wiry knuckle hairs Trellis the steering wheel; turn us away from Manhattan toward Coney Island

A wedged-tailed eagle circled in a cloudless sky and sweat trickled down the groove in my spine as we hiked in Chambers Gully, Jess splendid as the plumes on a lyrebird in her tailored white shirt, designer stretch jeans, a … Continue reading →

He woke up in the middle of the night in the middle of a dream and listened for the sound that had taken him from sleep. He heard the creek up close and further away the river, both big from … Continue reading →

Long summer days of butterflies. When I was a child, we summered high above Beirut—to escape the sticky hotness. In the mountains, dry, cool smelling and pine forested, we lived on wide stone decks in small stone houses, napped in … Continue reading →