Titmice in the can. Morning doves in the box. It all sounds like a secret code based upon birds and indicating a place where the action is taking place. It is about place more than action. What is happening is a kind of falling in love with home and the sweetness that simple sights,...
Monthly Archives: January 2011
The potato lady
Meredith had her head resting on the overstuffed arm of her Lazyboy. She held her glasses loosely between her fingers. Her pencil dropped to the floor first then her eyes closed on a page of the Wanderer, a book she was reading on the concentric circles of medieval Jewish mysticism. Her pillow thoughts were...
Compassion with ya
I would like to be tethered by the idea that you travel together in groups or communities like a field of flowers blossoming together in the spring. People so often feel alone and feel the pain of this aloneness because being solitary and being human seems to be incompatible estates. Our friends and family,...
Message to self and others
Writing is an interior act and behavior. Anyone that engages in this activity understands this. You enter a world of your own and begin whatever it is that you or others might call writing. It is an inside job. Its such an inside job that it’s strange for me to think of it as...
Heirloom beans and beings
Someone I really respect once asked me, “Are you a human being or a human doing?” Up until I discovered heirloom beans I had the modern ability to make this question a dilemma despite time, experience and the overall aging process. These days I feel as though I have found the answer. There’s a...
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