Closing the Circle

My 95-year-old aunt died last night, peacefully, in my sister’s home, where she had lived these past few years. She was my mother’s older sister, and the last remaining member of her generation of our family. She was also the mother that my own mother...

Meditations From the Center: 2

SUNDAY POEM MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 2 In the center of my head is a rain-washed dawning In the center of my head cirrus clouds cross a cobalt sky In the center of my head a hermit thrush sings sweet wilderness In the center of my head a bare room opens in the...