Diary: Lessons in Listening
The sound of my feet on new pavement, on old pavement. The sound I see in the movement of fountain grasses and dancing reeds; of yellowing leaves swimming…
The sound of my feet on new pavement, on old pavement. The sound I see in the movement of fountain grasses and dancing reeds; of yellowing leaves swimming…
Sirvin, my six year old MacBook Pro, is a dear-dear friend. We have gone through loads together. For a little over a year now, Sirvin’s T, Y,…
Everywhere this summer, fuchsia roses reigned. Everywhere! What is this I wondered? I am all for pink, really, all of me is for pink. But everyone knows that…
Silence in chant is music strangling impotent words. --- J. A. Odartey
If one has a thing for tea, one drinks it all day long and year long. One also develops the habit of mentioning one's feelings about the leaves,…