Siva and Bells
The Murtis Rearranged Themselves Again
It’s an idiosyncratic grouping, but it is my weaving of stories for the moment. I believe the brass dish under the cactus on the left was a wedding present, though I am not absolutely certain of that. It was a… (READ MORE)
My Own Personal Cloud (and the Malas)
Last night another storm front passed us by with only a trace of rain, leaving us deeper in drought. The wind picked up, the temperature dropped, and the clouds scattered, leaving the sky scrubbed bright blue and the air fresh. … (READ MORE)