Tonight the inner waters are flowing. In some ways it is unexpected. Though Jay passed away in Brooklyn nearly a month ago, none of us who loved him could mourn him properly. We couldn't even gather to honor him together. And I couldn't cry. Since then, news from New York have often been troublesome. But … Continue reading Inner Waters Flowing
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
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
Daniel G. Campos 