A Poem by Heart: A Soul Practice

Gazing out over the lush green ravine in the early light, barefoot on the earth, I repeated the poem aloud as a prayer, a new way to greet the morning. Back inside the house, I opened my blue notebook on the coffee table and quietly read the lines again. Noting that I had misspoken one


A Mythopoetic Gathering of Men

Standing in the California redwoods, I couldn’t be farther from the French Riviera. A couple of days ago, I was in sunny Cannes on the Mediterranean, seated at a sidewalk café, sipping a glass of Provençal rosé while surrounded by tourists and a mélange of languages. Now I’m near Mendocino on the northern California coast,