As I walk through the wonderland that is this year’s snow-covered solstice, to light come the words I otherwise struggle to find. In this cover of silent white I heard the answer to the question, “What makes this place so different from that which I renounce?” Here there is no coveted opulence. No greed. No…
A common thread found in all of Native American culture is a respect for the role each and every species plays. In the science community, this endearment is called biodiversity. In both, there is also an appreciation of every individual’s contribution to the whole. Some submit. Others lead. Some gather. Others hunt. Every one has…
Better that we follow the squirrel and get to the task of using our talents to do what we know in our hearts must be done.
To every thing there is an opposite. You can’t go up without a down. Every front has a back. And without light, there would be no dark. In that vein, I have always held fast to the notion that for every bad there is a good. No doubt this idea is being tested. Current events…
A walk outside at night reveals that something is missing: bats. I am a pianist. In my entire classical music collection, I do not believe there is a single composition written for a bat. I could be wrong, of course, because history rarely records the inspiration behind the songs. But if I had the talent…