Those who wake at this hour feel a lonely separation from everyone but night birds and ghost crabs, never imagining the legion of kindred souls scattered in the darkness, who stare at ceilings and pace floors and look out windows and covet and worry and mourn. Kathy Hepinstall Hey, Lovelies. I could have titled this […]
Birdsong and Beaches
When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. Amit Ray Hey, Lovelies.I woke this morning feeling distressed. Even my meditation did not soothe it. War in Ukraine ( a friend of mine is missing there after his village was shelled), floods here at home where we have elderly […]