
The divine in every molecule
Poetry
A Heretic’s Christmas
“For unto us a child is born…and his nameshall be called the Mighty God, the everlasting Father.” (Handel’s “Messiah”)
I respect the Christmas traditionsof song, music and mythic stories,but the early…

Talking to Myself as Prayer
Poetry
Hello friends. This holiday season, more than most, is a time of gratitude. The photo highlights my mom, Katie, who loved me all the way, myself, and my younger brother George. Who could have realized the fine people, animals and other creatures…

Late love
Poetry
Hi friends,
With age we find more time for things to love, things we might have overlooked in our earlier years. With lessened time (and awareness of aging) we may become alert to things we neglected in the past, such as an amazing bird…

Growing toward union
Poetry
Hello friends,
With the new year approaching it seems natural to take stock of our selves, our friendships, and our accomplishments. Many measure their lives by the accumulation of things.
Greed captivates us early on. So much to have.…

Mutual Healing With Max
Poetry
Hi friends,Love of animals is a later life gift for me. It's amazing how we can be compassionate healers for one another when we can. Animals seem to know what's best for them, and often for "their humans." The holiday season seems to heighten…