A New Kind of Nowruz
Nowruz – the arrival of spring, the quiet awakening of nature, and, for some ...
Sunday’s Edge
I love silence. True, solitary silence. Like on a Sunday morning: there’s something unmistakable ...
The Meaning of Life
I watch birds rising and falling through the air. Sometimes one drifts alone—but only ...
All Streams Lead to the Ocean
Vibrations high and low, you were my sandbox. Soft water flowing nearby as i ...
Golden Threads
Some cultures live in museums. Mine lives in the kitchen. It begins with saffron. ...























