by Karl | Oct 25, 2009 | Spiritual, Uncategorized
The strong winds are driving the angry surf against the shoreline as I sit in the compound waiting for a late ferry. Memories of my life on Grand Manan Island remind me that late-fall crossings are absolutely unpredictable. I am not in control. My stomach does a...
by Karl | Oct 11, 2009 | Spiritual
Her name is Angel. She works the night shift at a certain coffee shop in town. The patrons stand, zombie-like, in line, one behind the other, in the early morning, pre-coffee stupor. And as they stand there, for lack of intellectual stimulation, they complain about...
Recent Comments