“Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.” ― Honoré de Balzac I wake and he's already gone, catching an early plane out of Zurich. I don't even know what time his flight leaves. I can tell by the light filtering through the blinds that it is grey outside. It…

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Rumi   Lewis had mentioned that the…

I simply love letters. A letter is so much more than an email. An email is just a click in time and doesn't demand too much attention. It doesn't feel real or permanent. It is quickly erased, easily forgotten. But a letter is forever. Thick, creamy cardstock stationery.  Whispery thin, onionskin air postal mailers. A letter…

Naturally, there are a lot of cows here in Switzerland. I see them every day when I run. They congregate in the most unlikely places. By the train station, behind the grocery store, on the beach. They seem to be free to roam, at will. When we go hiking, we have to maneuver around them…

Autumn Leaves The falling leaves Drift by my window The falling leaves Of red and gold. I see your lips The summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold. Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song. But I miss you most of all My darling When…