Prairie

A problem is that I don’t surround myself with enough people to tip above the critical mass where finding companions, partners, friends, comrades, lovers, is an imminent probability. I’m living as though I have a cabin in the middle of 200 acres of prairie, and I only go in to town to visit the general …

Holy Season, Holy Light

I’ve always considered Winter to be a holy season. As the Earth’s axis tilts backward in relation to the Sun, the constellations that are typically below the equatorial line at night move north and become visible once again. The first time I see Orion bounding low and large across the horizon, I stop and gasp. …