By the Sea

I’m with my old friend, the sea…just the waves, a few sailboats, occasional shorebirds, scattered shells, polished stones and shifting sand. ...more

Silence, the powerful healer

I remember returning to Chicago's O"Hare airport after a stay in a quiet Austrian village. My first impression upon returning to America was that I had landed in a hive of bees. The airport, the highways, the city were full of a buzz and hum and dizzy pace from which I had stepped away. It did not take long for that gap to bridge -- for me to join back in to the scurry and clicking and whirring and thrumming. My life ramped up at an astonishing pace and stayed in overdrive for a long time. ...more

i found this site because of you and this blog. Interesting. I am doing some research for some ...more