Author name: adminbaum

Rumi died as a deep red sunset filled the skythe evening of December 17, 1287.I was born the morning of

There is a place I go when I am still.An immense world.A vast realm of silence. I listen to my breath,exhale

It’s not every day you meeta Los Alamos scientist in a swimming pool,well tanned and newly retired, lounging onthe Fed’s

Eight hundred million years agothis rock was formed from molten magma.During the last Ice Ageit was shorn from a cliff

It struck me during a moment of repose,reclining with friends on the Mission lawn,measuring our lives in a pile of

This elegant beauty engages youwith raspberry and dried herbs,the tasting notes tell us.It plays with you like a guilty pleasurehinting

“And indeed there will be time …Time for you and time for me,And time yet for a hundred indecisionsAnd for

Manhattan is no place for a moonrise.One must imagine its fullnessor be content with furtive glimpses: a hopeful crescent creeping