In about ten days, I will be getting another MRI scan and I’m working on picturing what I want: another clear scan, a frank discussion with the oncologist about the R word — remission — and a flexible exit strategy. No, not the final shuffling exit from our mortal coil. I mean exiting from Sensei…

Seventy years of changing gears, switching careers, facing fears, crying tears, loving dears, sending cheers, opening ears, seeing clear, standing here, ready for what nears

Underground spring, a place of refuge from the chaos that has been and still is and is yet to come. An improbable but deep-rooted spring embraced by the taproots of mated trees, twisted, old and resilient in their determination to survive and sing into being every spring. And within the intertwined roots, a safe passage…

Entrance In October 2017 our dear friends Mila and Willie lost their house to the Santa Rosa fires. In April 2018, Henry and I made plans to drive out West to see them and bless their new home under construction on the same spot. The footings of their foundation had been poured so we could…