Common Ground

These people with guns storming statehouses are just trying to do the right thing. They’re failing miserably, but that’s where they’re coming from. A steady diet of hate mixed with a coldly calculated approach designed to find and weaponize common ground has created a deeply divided populace. It’s hard to see the little man behind … Continue reading Common Ground

Eating Our Own

I think the saddest thing is, as people are dying, fighting their way across the world to get themselves and their children away from unbearable situations, that we in the First World, unsure of what to do but wanting above all to avoid being implicated in the real crimes committed by our rulers, are beginning … Continue reading Eating Our Own

Liberty

You can’t have that word. You don’t own this Lady. A gift, from across the sea, From an ally we should remember. A shared history. A reminder of who we are. Out of many, we are one. Drops of water make an ocean. Thorns of gorse, individually, are easily pushed aside. A bush full of … Continue reading Liberty

The Shape of Now

  “Travellers don’t know where they’re going. Tourists don’t know where they’ve been.”   –Hostel wall, Inverness I still don’t know why I’m on this journey, and though much of it was carefully planned, the actual shape of it is still unfolding. My journal is packed to bursting, as is my heart and my mind, … Continue reading The Shape of Now

Peace Begins With Me

Peace begins with me. I live in one of “those” neighborhoods where the cops don’t come when called. I live in a community of all colors, some serene, some desperate, some dangerous. Love and hate coexist on these streets. Peace begins with me. I walk without fear, but with great awareness. I am small, older, … Continue reading Peace Begins With Me

A Year In Albion

One day, it came into my mind and heart to go to the land of my ancestors… I made that first trip when I turned 50. Chance–or was it synchronicity–put my arrival the day of the Anderida Autumn Camp.  I got off the plane and onto a train to Lewes, then cabbed it to Camp. … Continue reading A Year In Albion