The Water Originally Taught the Wind

The mornings here are pine, spruce, and birch, large swathes of cattails and goldenrod animated by the wind, and caught by the cold. It’s a far different landscape than the sprawling suburbs I’ve come to know, their limited selection of oriental roses, grafted trees, and lush, green lawns. Here, there’s only the sound of the…

I am home, always home.

“Dear friends” is how the monks at Plum Village would address everyone before speaking. I came to hear those words as a reminder to still myself and offer my attention up to others. Hearing this address would always place me in such a position of happiness, a form of happiness that I’ve never felt. I…

What I’ve always and only known: Fear and Attachment

From bus terminal to bus terminal, from gate to gate, maybe during a week of hiking or a week of navigating a new city, you carried hefty pieces of what seemed to be essential pieces of luggage. Tedious toil it was to lug around these pieces of what you came to refer as  (as) an…

distance never seperates

“When chance awakens love, everything takes its place in a man in obedience to that love, and love brings him a sense of distance…” -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry “Flight to Arras”   This was the first sentence upon opening my book today. Might I add that it adds a greater understanding to what I feel, and…