Survision

Small offering  Every breath, a prayer  for All on our beloved ridge - and for the cool, green forests too from dirt-bound gophers to darede...

One Sunday morning last month I woke up to Happy Birthday greetings, sung with gusto by a sweet couple I know. After their chorus, we chatte...

Here's a poem I treasure, from Persian poet Hafez. These days we may not  "leave each morning" but, surely none of us does not...

A  Black Swan  event is nearly impossible to predict and has profound and universal impact, changing the world forever. Now, this rare bir...

Winter is the time of platinum light here on the coast, and this is most clear on gray, cold mornings at dawn. We had several mornings like ...

  Nothing in the world is as soft and yielding as water. Yet for dissolving the hard and inflexible, nothing can surpass it. L...

Our Round House encircles us in the storm. The ceiling flutters, then snaps taut under thrumming raindrops  that bombard us lik...