This article was originally published in The Crazy Wisdom Community Journal , Winter Issue #76, Read it here. By Moira Payne I was 18 years old when the telephone rang. My grandmother had passed. In a moment of stunned disbelief—this was my first experience of…
Smoke permeates the air. You can see its path and how it spreads. There can be no place that is missed in a place where there is smoke. In so many ways, the smoke takes our hopes and desires and carries them away to be spread across the world