Over the past several weeks, I’ve been drowning. While I’ve been dealing with the discomfort of a mask on my face, the restraint of staying at home, the danger of viruses in the air we breathe, the surfaces we touch, the hands we shake, George Floyd was dealing with the …
I live in a multi- faith retirement community where one requirement for entrance has always been that one has made a significant long-time commitment to peace, justice, and/or the environment. We have sometimes been referred to as “The Conscience” of our town, since all of us continue to work hard …
Many years ago, as the story has it, someone asked an Inuit folk artist about his method. He replied, “I carve the stone until I discover what is hiding there for me to find.” I write pretty much the same way. Something strikes me, but I don’t yet know why. …
