A Drink of Fresh Water
I don’t finish all the books I start, but my kindle tells me what % I’ve reached, eventually flagging “read” if and when I...
Crossing the Bridge we’re on
We’re always already crossing some bridge, but the bridges we most often notice are in the distance, like mirages in the desert. We imagine...
A Fable
Who knows the sea best, they all wondered. Is it the tugboat, ready to pull beyond her weight, courageous, always helpful, volunteering herself for...
Embodying Truth in the Midst of Falsehood
I just had an essay (“Embodying Truth in the Midst of Falsehood”)published by John Hopkins literary review–no paywall: https://www.eckleburg.org/embodying-truth-in-the-midst-of-falsehood-by-michael-gray/
A Tiny Gate
“Here, at the very ground of becoming, we might find a tiny gate into a way of knowing that is not flat and one-dimensional,...
Pendulums in the Sky with Diamonds
“Leave them alone and they’ll come home, wagging their tails behind them.”–From the writings of 16th century shepherdess, Little Bo Peep. This morning, I...
The Private and the General
How did the title “General” become an image of authority and “Private” of subservience to that authority? Surely it’s as private individuals that we...
A New Room, Resting at the Starting Gate
We just brought home a new room, which is now sitting in our driveway. While the sunroom extension at the back of our brick...
Feeling at Ease
Standing on the shore, perhaps on a cliff above crashing waves, where even the seagulls and ravens cruise far below, or right there at...
The Frog Prince
The frog wanted to be a prince with silky blond hair. He dreamed of being able to talk and have his words heard by...