Thursday evenings, after leaving the Zendo, on the ride home I always can sense a lighter me. I embrace the night. As I pull into the gas station, a young man, not much older than my son, in a wheel chair is making his way in front of me to an old red sedan at the opposite […]

My daughter is 41 today. Instantly, I recall a warm winters glow! Remembering well the birthdays of February snow! Outside the living room window, Icicles drip a rhythm to the passing of winter. Warmed by the wood stove, Jessica plays on the floor with her toy horse. A gentle loving memory nudges me unconditionally. Was she nine or ten? […]

I will be there, like the light of the full moon. Sometimes you see me, sometimes not. There I’ll be, smiling bright. If for nothing else but to see old friends faces!