The great night from which you were born.

Part of my myth-poetic story, the truth at the center of the image I was born with, is that there is a fire flowing through me from the stars and from the center of the earth which meet in my center. And, it is true, we all come shining forth like stars from the great...

The Forest breathes with me

I slept the forest, without a tent, for the first time since moving to Germany 7 years ago. I am not sure how to help you appreciate the magnitude of the feeling that arises through this act. Somehow, the spell, or curse, of being banished to the city, has been...