The morning fills me with the precious waters of a new day. I gather droplets in my wide-open mouth. It is as if it were the very first day and I am brought out pristine and eager, everything a fresh blessing. The morning is the sacred time. In it I witness the making...

Never Be Back This Way Again

I sit on the prow of my rocket ship plowing the starry night, penetrating the rings of apprehension, plummeting into the deep cold of Outer Silence.

The Vine (A Fairy Tale)

Listen to the podcast: [audio:] They danced in a forest, in a clearing. The night was soft and warm and the trees around them soared cathedral-like into the night sky. They danced and...

Sit. Watch. Think. Wait.

Over the past two years, I have been on the road touring about 18 months. I am incredibly grateful for those adventures and the stories and people I found out there, but now I need to sit and watch and think and wait.

The Sound of People Making Love

Next it was the turn of the Argentine tango musician who played tangos so sad they were funny. He only came home to sleep and that was never at night. In Madrid, there are so many better places to be than at home on a summer night.