Close to My Heart

I boarded the ferry, sailed, and landed in a peninsula between ocean and bay to visit beloved friends: Art, Music, and Joy. They felt the pain of loss, and I thought I could comfort them. But I also felt the sorrow of lostness, and it was they who comforted me. Music and Joy strummed the … Continue reading Close to My Heart

Caminata romana

Amado Amigo: Recibí en mi buzón el sobre que me enviaste por correo, con estampillas selladas en Tennessee. ¡Me alegré! Te escribí una carta durante el verano y pensé que era tu respuesta. Dentro del sobre encontré la impresión gráfica de una antigua imagen de Roma: Piazza di Spagna e Trinità dei Monti. Recordé la … Continue reading Caminata romana

A Singing Friend for a Lost Heart

When my heart loses its way and I am without words, I seek the voices of beloved friends of my soul. It may be the prophetic voice of Khalil Gibran, the meditative one of Mark Nepo, the poetic one of Mary Oliver, the praying one of David the Psalmist, the loving one of Jesus in … Continue reading A Singing Friend for a Lost Heart

Listening to a Friend in New York Town

I listened to Niall Connolly's song "Sum of Our Parts" on my headphones as I rode the F train from Prospect Park to the Lower East Side in Manhattan, on my way to his Saturday night gig Rockwood Music Hall. It had been several months since I'd seen Niall, and even longer since I'd been … Continue reading Listening to a Friend in New York Town