Beauty of Ghosts
“My father will always be a touchstone ghost. He comes around often, especially late at night when I’m singing…” – Raymond King Shurtz
Read Moreimagination experiments of a stardust yogini
“My father will always be a touchstone ghost. He comes around often, especially late at night when I’m singing…” – Raymond King Shurtz
Read MoreToo much for coming back.
Read MoreI am completely aware that the only constant in life is change, but this time, it’s staring me in the face. The lake is different. The sky is different. The owl hooting was even from a different place in the woods.
Read Morewhat if everything was fine?
Read MoreStill shaking off the ashes and wiping the dust from my eyes – a slow rise for a jeweled bird.
Read MoreIn the meantime, a little Jeff Tweed to color your week. The music is a sweet kind of folk/country/new americana that might make you pause for a few minutes.
Read MoreCan you see the sacred in everything? Can you see that you, yourself, are sacred? Can you also see that nothing is sacred?
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