Snakeskin
Once, as a child, an explorer, I saw a trace. Tucked between rows of stones in a stonewall lit by sunlight was a shiny near see-through snakeskin. The fascinating fragile skin was equal to the thing, not a trace it was to me but as real as the snake it had contained. ... Continue Reading →
Now
As I open myself to living closer to the space where the horizon lies I see my achievements lining up like trees along a path that leads into the distance behind me. I am letting go. I am letting a tired letting go pervade me, tired of people around me wearing the... Continue Reading →
