This is the lovely phrase an Irish friend used on a call yesterday. “A moment happened.” Were we there? Not exactly, but his lyrical storytelling held us in the moment. And even if we couldn’t smell the vast Californian redwoods or hear the scamper of the deer, we were there. At least in our imagination. … Read more
At the beginning and end of life, time changes. And in between, it’s unpredictable. Just when we’ve got the hang of Kronos (measurable) time, something comes along and ushers in a moment of pivotal meaning – Kairos time. Perhaps instead of feeling the pressure to make the most of our time, we should simply learn … Read more
Where is the pathon the cusp of time?The invitation to walk fromknowing to unknowing. To see the change in seasonripening before our eyes,while whispering farewellsto lives once lived. Nothing is held formore than a moment.These are just spaceswe dance within. ~ After feeding the alpacas, I climbed up the hillside, watching the flow of seasons … Read more
Simple drizzle, little drops leisurely finding their way to earth. Followed by sheets. Driving curtains of rain penetrating every crack, horizontal and vertical. Subsiding, then changing its mind and inviting the wind along for the ride. Calm, and the promise of light shafting through the clouds. Life feels like this sometimes. Just when we think … Read more
“Rather than going for the high moment of drama, the high moment of the erotic, the high moment of the extraordinary, poetry will choose the small moment of pause just to look at what’s really happening, to look at a few layers deep and to let that small pause, that ordinary moment, open up with … Read more