A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging Give me a shawl of homespun gauzy cotton. For I’ve had enough of walking bare-faced and bold-headed among all that is greater than I. Without announcement the Divine brushes...
As readers, we live vicariously through the adventurers of our generation. We read the chronicles of those who left the comforts of home to strike out into the untamed and unknown, and through absorbing their experiences we are emboldened to heed our own yearnings for...
