Driving into Town at Night.

There is still a chill in the night air

I see pedestrians wearing shorts and hoodies

It was pitch dark

Driving up the mountain after the eclipse

Of the full moon

It's still too soon

For a waning moon to rise

My thoughts are becoming light

After the dark of the night

The wave retreats, and returns

Like the tides pulled by the moon.

Next morning, as…

I am sitting at the computer with my very old cat in her favorite place on my lap. She loves to be around the computer and sits on my lap when I am writing. Sometimes she purrs and tries to get my attention before I get too engrossed in what I am doing. For the last year she has been slowing down and keeps regaining her appetite and speeds up for a while, but I think we are slowly grinding to a halt.

One night not too long ago I saw her light body, and the next day on Facebook someone…

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I have a number of articles in the category Glendale Spirituality and am an examiner on the topic Prescott Spirituality. The latest is  Local Arizona spirituality

I am happy among children's eyes

I am very worried and happy

among the crazy and the hopeless

they recognize me, right away

I'm home

And there is nowhere I would rather be

alive or dead

than in this world

Inside this skull I hold and ponder

unending…

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This is in response to the August Newsletter request for submissions, and particularly the one from the Yoga section, please let me know if this is the right place for submissions to be considered.

I was born in postwar England and it was a very difficult way to grow up after I hit the teen years. In the middle of great turmoil I found a Yoga book written by an East Indian yoga practitioner. It had photographs of him doing Yoga poses and explained how to do them, along with…

Do not pretend that The Longing

has not also lived in you

swinging like a pendulum.

You have been lost

and thieved like a criminal

your heart

into the darkness.

But life is tired, Dear Friend

of going on

without you.

It is like the hand of the mother

who has lost the child.

And if you are anything like me, you have been afraid.

And if you are anything like me

You have known your own…