So, here I am at 62 year old, living in the forest, and writing. It’s a good life. But this week, it is hard to…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Month: January 2025
The eerie silence of the snow-empty fieldsinvades the soft silent soul.It wavers on windblown airwaiting for wave after waveof dry water that never falls.When there…
As a young man, I was often a strident activist who saw the world in black and white terms. There was right and there was…