The Holy Erotic
Monday, February 22, 2010
I am sitting on the deck at my temporary Santa Barbara writer's retreat. The sun dances on my eyelids and fills my soul with warm light. Read More...
I am sitting on the deck at my temporary Santa Barbara writer's retreat. The sun dances on my eyelids and fills my soul with warm light. Read More...
Have you ever had one of those experiences when you are standing in the presence of someone (or a group of some one's) who believe that they know what YOU should think, believe, care about? Read More...

Its evening ... the light is fading ... I feel tired, slow, reflective. I spent the last 24 hours with graduate students and colleagues sharing stories of the human sort and was reminded of a word that has found its resonance in the cords of life over the last year. Saudade. Read More...
After a series of events I find myself on a ferry, hopping between island life and the mainland reflecting on parenting teenagers. Read More...
This mystic Jewish tale takes place in Jerusalem in roughly 500 BC – almost 200 years before Plato and Aristotle
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