Those who risk

Those who risk

Those who risk I am sitting in a question that you might like to consider. If I were to speak up about something that felt risky and right, what would that be? I might start with the question, where is my heartache?  Then, where is the intersection of injustice and...
There is no place for silence

There is no place for silence

There is no place for silence Today, I write from the esplanade in Cairns, Far North Queensland, where we are spending a few early morning hours before our final flight home. There are trees along the streets, trash on the ground, and people walk across the pedestrian...
The hug rug of silence

The hug rug of silence

The hug rug of silence The beauty of silence is its emergent properties.  In silence everything exists.  Out of silence everything can arise. Think of a word. Where was it before it came to mind? In the silence, the field. Stuffing life to the brim denies the...