The sky sighs rain onto asphalt and steel. The distant applause of passing cars celebrate mushrooming umbrellas which sprout from office doorways and wander into the urbane urban stream seeking nourishment. There is a flash, and the sky bellows and roars. It briefly drowns out the mumbling of vehicles dressed …
The storm had subsided a bit and the morning sun had begun to peek through the clouds. In this new light, Makkitu’q could see the the remains of shiver corpses scattered all around the WayMound. They had already began the process of dissolution before the sun. They dissipated, tuning into …
Winter is an important season for me. It is a time that allows for the going into deep dark places, sitting with oneself and looking at the strange scars, and growths, and changes that have come about from the process of just moving through the seasons of the previous year. …
There are special breaths that come to us over the course of our lives. There is the “Breath of Arrival”. We come into this world from our mothers and are shocked into wakefulness. The sudden awareness of the world overwhelms us and fills our lungs with this great breath that …
