Don’t give yourself a heart attack: A meditation

Careening in the background, uncontrollably and at a breakneck, toward the mid-autumnal new moon – and its priestess-goddess and all she and it might portend – the question of the hour is whether the dawn is the most personal or the most impersonal of all the phenomena of wonder to which we are regularly and oftenContinue reading “Don’t give yourself a heart attack: A meditation”