I wrote this song several years ago, but it’s a keeper. It’s an experience of a crisp Samhain night, simply walking and watching and feeling the world around me. May your Samhain celebrations take you out into the nurturing night. Bright blessings.
On the first day of Samhain, my true love gave to me, a bite of immortality . . . On the second day of Samhain, my true love gave to me, two caramel apples and a bite of immortality . . . Samhain, aka Halloween Old School, is a High Holy Day, a cross-quarter day,
This song is true. The first two verses are about people I knew who recently took their own lives. The third verse is what I hope will become more and more true. Eckhart Tolle’s remarkable book, “The Power of Now,” recommends becoming an observer of our thoughts. Feeling something difficult? Take a step back and
It’s time, and it’s about time. It’s always all about time. Time is one of the oceans we live in. Sound is the other. Both are, apparently, as close to infinite as it gets. You just can’t run out of sound. You can run out of things to say, but you’re still making noise. Breathing,
Journey and journal come from the same root, but by slightly different routes. The Latin word diurnum means “daily portion.” The English word is a combination of the French journee, meaning daily travel for work, and the old English word diurnal, which has come to mean the day divided by daylight and dark. The combination
