My neighbors are new. They replace the old man whose wife died a few years back. Where he went I do not know. We never spoke.
by Joe Váradi
I walked among the 50,000 souls this past weekend at the Common Ground Fair in Unity, Maine. The Soul Path Artist and I set up shop…
What a blessing it was, for those of us who were fortunate enough to find it, or perhaps to be found by it. If someone…
The others have been near me for a long time, and we are unlike each other. Those differences are not barriers our dissimilarities…
It’s the smell I like — somewhere between well baked fish juice and the ocean.