They say he cannot reach me, cannot touch me. They say anxiety breeds him, makes him. He’s real enough to me. Those shocking, sibilant,...

What if Zen gardens Were mazes to trap the mind In a song of stones ~ Henry Beissel sand ripples fan out as echoes of mindfulness 'mid...

This is what being alive is all about. Turn on the tap and hold your hand under. See – you’ve created something wonderful – a waterfall,...

Ottawa River flooding, 2019 here I sit, abandoned by those who claimed to love me my lake enlarged to mimic the late Champlain Sea...