The Story Board from Sky Meadow

There is so much limbo represented in the five pictures of the bardo I was in for the last two days at Sky Meadow. The mournful empty swing; the hopeful tree with a surprised face.  The meditative Buddha by the pond; an alpaca actively chewing alfalfa. A suspension bridge—in a constant state of flux all…

Heart Breaking and Bank Robbing

Dear Readers, Beau died two weeks ago today. I woke up at 6:30 a.m, which was his time of death. Since then, I really haven’t been able to get out of bed. Movement seems as difficult as the Times crossword puzzle. I’m glad I have a cozy bed with beautiful memories of Asia all around…