Yew

  Yew. Deep peace of the Grove. Silence in the back of my head. Like the Druid’s tonsure, forbidden at Whitby. When the Wild Celtic Church was tamed, Rome had its way at last. Or did it? The Yews still stand in churchyards. Ancient, filled with silence. The deep peace of the grave is not … Continue reading Yew

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