Bathed in sunlight at water’s edge, I came to make an offering. At the confluence, everything abounds. It is as if any thing can be seen, or heard, or known there. Like rays of amber, light was pouring in through the pines and hemlocks, through the still water, golden from the fallen leaves. The remains of…
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Cloud Busting
Recently I visited my sister Carolyn who lives near Pittsburgh. I had sent my flute on ahead, as well as some sacred herbs for blessings of heart and hearth. One day we visited a small lake in the city that has been a welcome refuge for her and our father. The sun was brilliant, and…
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Bermuda Triangle
My father was a Naval Officer. He served in three wars, and raised four children with the same courage and sacrifice he brought to the service. In 1960 we lived in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba with coconut trees in the yard, bouganvillea bushes lining the streets, and pineapples growing underfoot. We fished in the surf, and…
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