There was a rhythm to her raking.Whoosh.Whoosh.Whoosh.Then, a bigger WHOOSHas damp leaves were tossed onto plastic tarp. Whoosh.Whoosh.Whoosh.WHOOSH. Againand againand again. As Raker surrendered to the meditative motion,a question formed:“Wise Trees, what are you teaching me this season?” In autumns past, the message was always clear:“Let go.”“Let go.”“Let go some more.” This time, Bright Sun sparkledand Joyful Wind played […]
Last time I biked to this Evanston coffee house, I wasn’t carrying any cash. This time, I was prepared with a couple dollars. I immediately recognized him, although I didn’t remember his name. He was wearing a faded pair of jeans and a cool t-shirt with a map of the purple line. I suspect that
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As I obsessively tune into the relentless news cycle, I’m overwhelmed by all the chaos around me. Chaos within me, too. I have no idea how to respond. And yet, when I begin to feel this sense of powerlessness, I realize that I do know what to do. It may be apple picking season, but
I wake early to misty rain on dark windows, reluctantly arise, craning my neck to catch a glimpse of pink sky. Yes! I’ll venture out! I take the solitary path towards churning waters, pausing to gaze at mystical fog dangling above green prairie grasses. My feet hit sand and WOW! Purply bands of light hover