The river’s now in me. I was traveling in South Africa and felt very tender one morning when my friend Kim came upon me as I was weeping. She asked if I was okay, I told her it was only the waters of life splashing up on my shore. Later that day, I found her...
What the worm eats, feeds the root. The story is told by a member of the Ojibway tribe that the Creator was having trouble keeping the world together, when a little worm said he could help. The Creator paused, and the little worm spun its imperceptible silk,...
