threads of the spiderwoman

  Om Tare, Tu Tare,   even in the darkest prisons,    you offer your hand:   Your touch cools hatred and grief.   From you, the demons ...

                 All this petty worry                 while the great cloak  of the sky                 grows dark  and intense       ...

Silent streets, quietude, the Corona virus quarantine has fallen across Tucson like a blanket.  This beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda came...

Rare Archival footage Of Hopi Elders A rare opportunity to listen to some of the last traditional Hopi Elders. This archival footage was...

I talked about summer, and about time.  The   pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night.  About this cup we call a life.  About ha...

A Poem to nourish us at this time By Rev. Dr. Lynn Ungar, poet and minister for lifespan learning  and editor of Quest for the ...