When I was a kid, my favorite part of getting a new cassette (yes, I’m that old) was opening up the case an revealing the good stuff: the lyrics. I would pull out the inlay and examine the words to each song. I guess even then I had a fascination with words. But...
Today we were walking in the park and I looked up to see a flock of birds encompassing the sky. I can feel the beauty of spring in the breeze. No wonder spring has been the ever-changing muse of so many a great writer. Here are just a few of my favorite spring poems...
I sit behind a computer for 8 hours a day. I bet you do too. Yesterday I stopped typing and cracked my back. When I stood up my shoulder cracked. As I moved to the break room my ankle cracked. What was this posture doing to my bones? Or was more than just the computer...
I met a buddhist monk on the streets of Auckland. He followed me around the town, talking to me about his spiritual path. He spoke about his life, celibacy, and devotion to God. When he left he handed me a book on Buddhism. I still have it to this day. I met a hippie...
