LUPUS IN FLIGHT

I think it’s okay, more and more, this being unoriginal. I like it.  A reclaiming of an older animal,  the lion that didn’t mind  sharing th...

All the world’s a stage,  And all the men and women merely players;  They have their exits and their entrances,  And one man in his time pla...

There are trees everywhere,  on my shelves.  You could call them books,  or leaves.  Ada Limón says, ‘It begins with trees’ and although som...

In a quiet Cambridge front porch, the scent of a small vine satisfies. I stepped outside yesterday and buried my nose in the lower hanging w...

April now… we are in the middle of Passover. Chag Sameach. For some, this is the second Seder without their family members, who were taken h...

It’s Navroze today, the 21st of March. Spring equinox. That daffodil time of year. A good Iranian creates a beautiful haft-seen table, as de...

I hold my face in my two hands,  and the rest of me falls apart. So I hold my feet in my two hands,  and now I am on the floor. Oh not this ...

I want to be impressive  and say I met a mountain once, or a pyramid, or the desert - but the truth is the sea scares me  and the only lands...

‘ New Year met me somewhat sad, Old year leaves me tired’ - Christina Rossetti Bird on a wire. Bird on a tree. I see you. Do you see me? Bli...

Have you heard of the Buddhist practise called Tonglen? It's a bodhicitta meditation of taking in dark energy, difficulty or despair and...