By the Sea I am tuned to the Ebb and Flow, To the in and out breath of Life I am entrained To the perfect rhythm of the Tides Woven with the Moon I am washed ashore From the…
20th April 2015 Descending Holy Mountain… Climbers walk past, fast paced, heads down, carrying their heavy load of gear, chatting – loud – busy, busy headed, talking, talking. Has the Mountain left nothing with them…How can you climb a…
Well, what a ride this year has been… As I typed the title in the banner it occurred to me that for the past seven years I have been living in a town full of bridges, including the one…