I was told that the elders went first. They followed a trail of supplications, uttered year after year In quiet work, in nature’s lulls, in watching the rice pot or babes as they sleep. Subhanallah, alhamdulillah La ilaha illallahu Allahu akbar drifting upwards from...
The best treasures of spring are borne from winter’s keepsakes. At the end of October, I saw you swell, your red breasts growing round and full, whereas before you were as lean as a hieroglyph. I watched you often in the tree tops, where the red berries...
