As soon as I could, I wanted to get out of San Jose. It’s not that I didn’t like my hometown — I just knew that there was much more to see in the world and I wanted to see it.
In meditation today,
my arms flapped up
above my head like wings
in my mind...
I lay in bed one night recently, reading aloud a poem by Mary Oliver called simply, “Rain.”
I was reading the poem slowly, word by careful word, to no one in particular but myself. To the night maybe, the sky, to the flicker of stars.