Candle

how, as well to ask the wind, do you perform ceremony for someone who believed other than you do?   does the same wind extinguish every candle? was it real? the vision of your soul, as spark suddenly aware of how light the spiral of space and time wide open, how easy to fly  …

The Silence Between Two Rivers

I call myself the Silence Between Two Rivers because I inherit two large streams of humanity. The stories of our interconnections are not well told, for the most part. And the pressure to choose one side or another of my identity is real. And tedious. And not nearly as interesting to me as the territory in between.

Morning

Joy comes in the morning. – Psalm 30:5 Morning was always Mom’s time. In the winter on the farm, morning would begin with the sound of her rattling the kitchen stove, stoking up the fire. We heated the house via a mixed-fuel furnace in the basement, whom, for reasons that live in family legend, we…