The light dances down from the dark clouds, summer’s magic alive on the prairie.  A bottle of distilled cane juice sits on the counter, limes and raw sugar too.  The rhythms of southern blues and rock-and-soul spill effortlessly from the speakers.

My prayer offering for all of us living under this big tent:

I Am Determined

One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
Is that
I did not kiss you enough

(Hafez, translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

independent writer

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