Shadows and humming, songs and solitary notes. Light coming through the holly leaves. Circles of shadows on the snow from the red berries. Birds folding themselves into the pointed trees. The sound of the refrigerator or the heating system when the wind isn’t speaking. The ice already melting and winter just settling in. The...
The Dailies
The crazy energy dailies and the things that seem to fit the true dailies of the daily neurotic. But how do you tell the difference between that and the culture we live in? Dunno.
Very little
A gap, a missing part. Searching for the meaning of the word hiatus, I realized that without ceremony or even without obstructions you can go trucking through time and weeks and schedules and not notice that all that is encompassed in those groupings are lost to the calendar. It is not so much a...
Renovations
There are no doors on the kitchen cabinets and the draws are also gone. They are all being sanded and coated with new varnish. Despite seeing the openings, the empty spaces where the drawers were; the contents of the cabinets unimpeded by the doors – I continue to want to pull open the drawer...
If you have to follow something
Why not follow your dreams? Let’s take an example from every workshop you have ever taken. You start your list of pros and cons. I’ll start mine. First thoughts count twice as much as those that you’ve edited, tossed, put back somewhere else on the list and tossed again. Images improve the quality of...
Go with the flow
Melville looked for an “insular Tahiti” and you know what, that’s not a bad idea. The notion that you can go with the flow and be in the place that feels right is related to this island within your being. There are so many things that pull on us you’d think we’d come with...
Twirly things
It feels as if summer has come up on August the way my cat tries to sneak up on a chipmunk. That’s very carefully. That’s with a lot of slow moving parts that don’t creak or squeak the floorboards. I’m not certain I was ever that stealth or nimble. Imagine if your mind were...
Some days we can jump the rapids
At first I was wondering if amniotic fluid was like the ocean. But the day’s journey began thinking about the color salmon; whether it works on the walls of your home or not. I remembered hearing about a paint called “dead salmon.” Clever name. Cynicism comes to your local paint and hardware store. It...
Everything is Buddha-full
Everything is Buddha-full in its own way-ay I can’t help but be silly today Pronouncements are bounding out of my fingertips before I can censor them. Maybe it’s the season. Summer is a release from winter pushed by the green green fuse of spring. Sure, that’s a lot like Dylan Thomas. What is more...
La vie en wetlands
It started out just as Yeats had said. It was about work and the grind and the difficulties and the schedule and the lack of freedom and everything that doesn’t feel like anything you want with the exception of the paycheck. If you’ve been there and done that, then this could be your signature...