Nine Waves

When does one wave end and another begin? I have always felt let down after Pantheacon. That first day back at my fairly colorless job, no one to share the insights, highs, and shenanigans of the weekend, my friends scattered to the four winds yet again, is always hard. This year I took the rest … Continue reading Nine Waves

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

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