Teachers, Friends, and All Who are Missed
Sometimes we wish we could have thanked someone who helped us, or helped someone who needed us, or simply felt appreciation for the human...
Author Archives: Michael Gray
Seventy, And Not Counting
ON SO MANY OF US TURNING 70 (A poetic salvo across the bow of time, by Kip Allen) We all act so bold. We...
Spring Flowers in a Field
You can encounter an insight hundreds of times without it really catching hold in your mind–like a burr catches hold of your pant leg...
Bigger than a Blue Whale
Setting Sail While rain is manna for a tree And blossoms church bells for a bee We wander in a land of doubt And...
Crossing the Rubicon
Sometimes we turn down a new road, with little idea how momentous the consequences will be. Thank goodness that’s possible. “What we call ‘the...
Echo Canyon
On impulse and needing a break from my long drive north, I pulled off the highway, just past Ghost Ranch, parked, and walked to...
The Heartbeat of Praise
“And may mind, wearied and weakened In this fictitious being so full of karmic actions and emotions, today find comfort and ease.” “Kindly Bent...
Strange What Comes to Mind
Have you ever noticed that everyone remembers something? Everyone’s eyes shine when something they know comes into their minds. Sometimes it’s a beautiful symphony...
Humor Hold the Door
I meet with a small group of writers a couple of times a month and we write for a few minutes, prompted by a...
Freedom of Mind, Mind of Freedom
I doubt that I’m the only one who has felt like the mouse in Kafka’s “A Little Fable”: “ALAS”, said the mouse, “the world...