From the archive
Stretching for Light
Pause for Reflection
Crossing Over
The old and the new
All appeared new, and strange at first, inexpressibly rare and delightful and beautiful.
I was a little stranger, which at my entrance into the world was saluted and surrounded with innumerable toys.
My knowledge was divine.
Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditations, Third Century
Cuba Lives
Stars in the Sand
The Unknown Path
Ripples in Time
The Revolution