From here you can see the snowy mountains,
Like words written on the blue walls of the sky.
That's your east,
And your west?
The blue fades to a vague gray in the direction
Of the dark wilds of the Pacific.
This is California's vegetable garden,
The Central Valley, long and wide.
I inhabit this place. Like a bat in a cave.
Like an owl in an elm. This place is my own.
I fill this land like a ghost fills a haunted house,
Like coffee fills a cup.
Starting out from here
Any direction is the right direction,
And turning about from any direction
Takes me back home.
T’was two nights before Christmas, about sunset, and I was working in the kitchen, loudly singing a Christmas carol, when it hit me like a ...
This life is an empty cup until you fill it yourself. The seas get filled by the rivers, but you and I don’t have that luxury. To be a huma...
Bring life to the planet. Help to heal that which needs healing. Teach the children, feed the hungry. House the homeless. Love each other, ...