This is an interesting piece based on the fact I that I pulled it from my archives and many times when I do that, I’m rather surprised at what I find and ask myself, ‘did I write that?’ Also the date I wrote it was in October 2012, when we were living in St. Louis…

I knew a woman who’s husband was an alcoholic. He couldn’t break free. She loved him deeply. She had 2 children with him. They had a life. The booze slowly eroded the edges, then worked its way inward to the center. To the center of their life and to the center of his body. At…

I dream of Riding the Silence… Up high…only wind whooshing by Eagles singing Crows cawing Tree tops swaying Over rivers rushing… Tumbling over rocks As I swoop down low Settling gently into the flow and sinking into the rush I dream of Riding the Silence Deep within the breath In and out Rising…falling…expansion and release…