I sit beside the hound as our week of quiet draws to its conclusion.
I sit beside the hound as our week of quiet draws to its conclusion.
I’ve been thinking about East and West in this dream world of ours; about the fading cultural influence of the Classical and Christian traditions and of the space for Buddhism amidst such a forgetful time.
It’s so quiet. There’s something about a southern Californian afternoon that can catch you by surprise and have you almost falling through a space where time resonates at a different frequency altogether.