Michael F. Gray, Author

Trusting what we know

I’ve become accustomed to my e-mail inbox filling up whenever I turn my back–like a boat with a leak that will sink if you...

Mid Pacific No road signs in mid Pacific, No calving ice bergs signaling true North, No every now and then island chain Between Hawaii...

A man was at the checkout counter at Smiths, the neighborhood grocery store where he often shopped. It was late afternoon and he had...

I show up at the train station every morning, in time for the 6:04 train. When it pulls into the station I do not...

Ask Not for Whom the Phone Rings….. (by Kip Allen) Gary called again today. I answered the phone on the second ring, and a...

Last week I met with some fellow writers, as I do twice a month. Looking back, I find myself wondering why it felt especially...

I awoke in panic. Something as heavy as a large snake was slithering over my face. My eyes snapped open and my mind tried...

The Morning Hike The rabbits are no help, no guide, for their paw prints go sideways while my actual feet go up in the...

Mindfulness must be a wonderful quality to be able to call upon at will. In my experience, it seems that being aware of my...

Zen and the Art of Finding the Perfect Walking Stick (by Paul Harris) Today I walked a long beach that was piled with the...