life | A Year in the Blue House

Behold

I am standing in the kitchen listening to the sweet humming of my daughter. She is sitting just outside, playing. It stops me in my tracks. There was a time when the singing was silenced by an immobilizing kind of sorrow. I want to bottle this up and pour it out over the tough and […]Read Post ›

Wronging, Reckoning, Writing

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Rumi I have a confession to make. I’ve been visiting hell for the last decade or so. Sometimes I had traveling companions. I and […]Read Post ›