Ripples

  Waves born, as ripples, beyond the horizon of time, eventually break on the shores of life. The damage they do or the pleasure they give is a measure of our ability to live.     David Garlick, Victoria. September, 1995

Revelation

  One minute a bustling person, next a mere mortal. She is my friend, we have been together thirty six years. I am afraid. What would I do without her? What of all those plans we have the places still to see? The people we hope to meet, the exotic foods to try, small adventures […]

Mariachi Blessed

Leaving alone, an older man, played softly, to himself. Was it just for practice? Perhaps he liked the sound. Or did he play in thanks, a gift for his maker.     David Garlick, Vallarta

The Door

I am the door. Knock and I will answer. Through me, may all who seek it, find shelter and in my dwelling you will find peace. For in my house are many rooms and everyone will find their tongue spoken with understanding. And all who seek truth will find it in their own way. There […]