It’s a summer born of sunshine and vanishing. Light bleeds through the essence of every evaporating moment and I can only think and feel in fragments.
Steeped in Magic
Walking up the steeply winding slope, I pull away from the city’s warm embrace and into an ethereal world
A Piece of Stillness
I sit beside the hound as our week of quiet draws to its conclusion.
Living By Buddha's Light
I’ve been thinking about East and West in this dream world of ours; about the fading cultural influence of the Classical and Christian traditions and of the space for Buddhism amidst such a forgetful time.
The Mermaids' Song
It’s so quiet. There’s something about a southern Californian afternoon that can catch you by surprise and have you almost falling through a space where time resonates at a different frequency altogether.