Sharing Rumi's poem, "The Guesthouse"

There is no compromise with intruding concrete, no sawed off limbs to make way for power lines, no soil that has been tilled until it ...

I worked at an intense job in an intense environment and was constantly challenged to be “on” and when the weather poured in, we poured ...

I always thought Red Cross Kay would be with me, but I can feel her slipping away as my friend slips away into the ending twilight ...