The Inner Journey
There is a place I go when I am still.An immense world.A vast realm of silence. I listen to my breath,exhale […]
There is a place I go when I am still.An immense world.A vast realm of silence. I listen to my breath,exhale […]
It’s not every day you meeta Los Alamos scientist in a swimming pool,well tanned and newly retired, lounging onthe Fed’s
“For a good hour I have been singing lays in langue d’oc to a woman who knows only langue d’oil
Eight hundred million years agothis rock was formed from molten magma.During the last Ice Ageit was shorn from a cliff
It struck me during a moment of repose,reclining with friends on the Mission lawn,measuring our lives in a pile of