What the Windmill Knows
Breath is the highway and also the blowing wind. And as the tumbleweeds tumble head over heels along the dusty miles of our time...
Tag: heart
We are not alone
In “The Wizard of Oz”, we may have our favorite character, but if you’re like me you can find a bit of yourself in...
A New Year’s Greeting
Our Hard-won Treasure I wonder why this doesn’t feel stranger than it does. Here I am, very early in the world, standing on the...
At One with Nature
Who doesn’t want to live naturally? Yet, less than natural calls to action tend to drown out a quieter voice urging us to live...
Morning Posting (A Poem by Ken McKeon)
Morning Posting Ingredients: Strong early coffee, A functional breath (However ragged That breath might be), A shard of a feeling, At least a fragment...
May All Beings Be Well
Torn down enough already this morning (A poem by Ken Mckeon) To furnish a junkyard, The chained dogs, my New found friends, They bark...
Dumpy’s Way–a Turtle Poem by Ken McKeon
The turtle’s name was dumpy, It pawed away and nosed up the spare Dry turf beneath the loose wire fencing That kept our small...
Home is Where the Heart is
A psychiatrist friend, now passed on, used to use a phrase that his students would quote: “Be it ever so miserable, there’s no place...