Life itself is terminal, at least in this physical plane. I don’t believe that life ever literally ends; rather, I understand our passing from this life to the next as a terminal point, a time of transition leading to transformation, a death from the old to a life anew. A continuation that goes on for
There is not one of us who is better than the worst we see in others. The immigrant? He is all of us. The criminal? She too. Gay? Jew? Black? Muslim? Christian? Atheist? (the list goes on) We are all them and every one of them is us. With every bit of bashing and bigotry
I was in one of the natural markets in town this morning, we in Santa Fe are fortunate to have several from which to choose. I had already decided on a sandwich for lunch so I headed for the bread section where there is just one brand that I will buy — One Degree Organic