He has begun to respond to talk, oftentimes with blended consonants and vowels from a strange country, the syllables telling me about histories without time and place. He is a child, born on the second day of the new year when the three kings have started their journey to the manger by following the stars […]

They do not sleep, the monks. They sing of the horrors of war, all wars. They sing of the tender mercies of this hard earth, the receptacle of all the blood that spilled here to give nutrients to the dying leaves of Fall. It is early Spring when I came to this valley, and the…

For all those who have reached the glorious ripe age. Today is the beginning of spirited Spring, the time we start rehearsing our humming with the pattering rain. All around us will be nothing but this singular joy for this old Earth that we too are, this immeasurable time that renews us once more, its…

Even at one month, you have invented a language. Wordless, but referring to meanings falling down on the surface of silences. You have come to us fighting for the first moments of your breathing some air except that you did not cry as newborns should. And so they pumped your lungs, awakened your heart, jerked…