Sometimes it feels as if one city is the waking mind and the other is dreaming, and I cycle through never-ending clips and keep picking up where I left off in each one, the way your day starts in bed, where you left off the night before.
The sky is the same everywhere—it connects us.
It connects all the places I’ve been and all time, and that is what draws me to it.
I’m finally a homeowner … and I guess a Pittsburgher again! (at least part-time)
Wisdom from the I-Ching: Things will be reversed when they become extreme
To all the open roads (amen)
Can anything be birthed without the quiet space, the womb of creation, the undisturbed protection of solitude?
