Remembering Connection

Remembering Connection

The tears come – spring into my eyes .. and will not stop. I know if I let go the flood gates will open – so I breathe into it – the opening is there unbidden but rushing in. Gifted to me with no volition of my own. Simply being here – being...

Only The Singing Was Left

An old friend shared this beautiful story with me recently and I could not resist sharing it on further with his permission.  Enjoy… Nisheetha and i just drove a 200 mile round-trip to hear an unknown and illiterate Bengali sing for twenty minutes. ...