Sweet Surrender
Autumn is, without a doubt, my favorite time of year. John Keats called it the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” Mmm, yes. Our New Mexico skies somehow become even more astonishingly blue. The bosque turns to gold. It takes…
JUMP FOR JOY
Our brains are wired to perceive connections and draw significance from a gazillion pieces of sensory input every day. Simply to be able to function through this maelstrom of information, we can’t help but do a whole lot of projecting,…
FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE
Why can’t you trust atoms? Because they make up everything. It’s a silly joke, maybe even stupid. Still, I must admit that it resonates lately — the part about not trusting, about not being about to trust in that which…