There is an immense crater, the size of a small lake. Where water once flowed from a nourishing stream into the crystal clear waters of this lake, now the stream is a barren river bed. Dust drifts away at the slightest breeze, deepening the crevice, cracking the ground. Where the lake used to be, the underwater plants have shriveled from the sun’s glare, lying flat against the hard, hot surface of the crater. It smells like death.
Keeping Your True Colors
“Whatever anyone does or says, I must be emerald and keep my colour.” ~Marcus Aurelius, Meditations. At four, I sat among the rocks in the rock garden while my family waited inside to celebrate my birthday. Gazing at the piercing blue sky, I was overcome for the first of many, many moments of thinking, “I am running out of time… Read More
Is Forgiveness Selfish?
There are very few things that can separate us from happiness and success as quickly and effectively as resentment and anger. And yet, despite our most glorious dreams, goals and desires, we hold on to our battle scars and wounded hearts, pointing almost deliriously to those who cause us pain as the excuse for all of our discomfort. We tell our worn and repeated stories… Read More