Why Are We So Monumentally Slow?

There Is A Place To Stand Where You Can See So Many Lights You Forget You Are One Of Them.

I Grew Up In St. Louis In A Tiny House Full Of Large Music - Mahalia Jackson And Marian Anderson Singing Majestically On The Stereo, My German-american Mother Fingering 'the Lost Chord' On The Piano As Golden Light Sank Through Trees, My Palestinian Father Trilling In Arabic In The Shower Each Dawn.

Mystery: Everything Felt Better Before You Got There Than When You Actually Got There. When You Actually Got There, You Didn't Quite Have The Energy To Be There.

Teaching And Writing Are Separate, But Serve/feed One Another In So Many Ways. Writing Travels The Road Inward, Teaching, The Road Out - Helping Others Move Inward - It Is An Honor To Be With Others In The Spirit Of Writing And Encouragement.

I Say Yes When I Mean No And The Wrinkle Grows.