Laura and I had spent my birthday in Chicago, and were headed home. It was snowing pretty hard, big, heavy flakes turning to water as soon as they hit the ground. We took Highway 88 back toward Iowa, taking it easy, knowing we needed to use some caution. About an hour outside Chicago, we began […]
I’ve been doing some soul-searching lately, to put some things in perspective, and hold on to my long-sought and hard-won joy. Because lately, living in America has been a joy shredder. Guilt. Oh gods, is there guilt. I should be doing more, I should be giving more money, I should be calling my idiot senators
All matter is made up of energy. Not just generic, dull, garden variety energy, but excitingly vibrating strands of life-force straight from the Source of All. It’s the stuff we’re made of. It’s the stuff we live in. It’s the stuff we breathe and eat. To quote Sir Terry Pratchett, from his book Soul Music,
