...I am a guitar held to the chest of the woods. The knot-knuckled trees strum, I produce sound. …

…Meanwhile we’ll have this reminder, like music from the slowly drawn bow of a violin, that what fades can also be beautiful…

... I observed the root systems the old trees threw up as they went, some as shallow as dried puddles…

A book of essays and poetry on the ethical principals of yoga.

A self-published chapbook.

…Dimly perceiving one of the grand patterns underlying my life, I write to draw its covers back. It’s satisfying to articulate what I see, even when the pattern is dark or painful…

…On my walk I’m struck by the lovey randomness of the geometric patterns I see. They're complex, myriad, commonplace, and strikingly beautiful - not unlike so many of the patterns in the arcs of our lives…

…In nature I saw nothing as simple as a circle…