Passages Archives - MICHAEL GRAY

The Air is so Still

All morning, I could hear light rain rapping against the sunroom roof, tapping out a rhythm to accompany the melody of a windchime. It’s...

At this hour on a Sunday evening, I would ordinarily have finished the dishes, locked the front door and settled in with a book...

Silence doesn’t echo itself. It doesn’t create copies of itself. Silence waits for us to slow down enough that we can hear the deep...

While I was living on Planet Earth, which was until quite recently, I never referred to ‘tomorrow’ as anything other than a period of...

Writing a memoir can be as simple as taking a stroll through the neighborhood, and is often undertaken for similar reasons: we’re looking for...

There is something about long journeys to new places; the memories always stay with us. As well as the Amtrak trips I have taken...

A few weeks ago, I awoke from a dream and as I made my way through the darkness into the kitchen it continued to...

Early this morning, I awoke in a dream. I was in a washroom of the kind you find in public buildings, when a man...

Each morning, I read some pages to settle my mind and sit for 30 minutes before diving into my day. Over many months, I’ve...

A thought dropped into my mind a few mornings ago. A bit of background may be useful if this thought is to lead anywhere...