I go there, wherever there is to go

An Ode to San Miguel de Allende, a small colonial mountain town in Mexico that was my home for ten months. I am reminded that all things arise, and all things fall away; all things come, and all things go. I stand now at the exit, a door that was just before an entrance into a world foreign. No longer separated by language. I have … Continue reading I go there, wherever there is to go

We wait eyes closed for the answer

It all comes down to now, to this moment inside of time where the unknown reveals itself that the knowing might be known. All things in time even when the time seems there outside of reach. We reach still that the extension of our arm be met with grace. May gratitude sustain us for the cup that runneth over to overflow where bounty shows itself … Continue reading We wait eyes closed for the answer