The Unforgiving Man

    I was lying in bed after the night the spirits came to visit again.  I lay there long after the sun decided to came up.  I lay there unable, drained and fatigued, to get up.   Consciousness came to my side to talk with me, seeing that I needed talking. He’s a stoic…

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…

The Unforgiving Man

I was lying in bed, after the night the spirits came to visit again Even after the sun finally came up I couldn’t find the motivation to get up. Consciousness came to my side to talk with me seeing that I needed talking He’s a stoic man, but I can always trust him to be…

You are Everyone’s Grandson: Ancestors Pt. 2

Ancestors Pt. 2 You are everyone’s grandson. Cemeteries are a farmer’s final field. Nothing grows here except for time. Time and its tiny flowers that bloom every season. Yet people only come to harvest when their calendars indicate a year has passed. Family members, draped in their blacks and their veils, coast along these vast…

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…