Life bores deep holes in us in hopes the nature of what we are might sink into us…. —Jim Harrison There is a truth found in running long miles each morning. There is a realization that comes at the end of the first-half of the run that however tired, however hard the wind blows, however hot […]
Read more "The Nature of What We Are"Swift wind! Space! My Soul! Now I know it is true what I guessed at; What I guessed when I loafed on the grass, What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed…and again as I walked the beach under the paling stars of the morning. My ties and ballasts leave me…I […]
Read more "What Shall Be Grand in Thee"There is a man who tends his garden. In early-April he plants his seeds indoors in small pots. He plants indoors, for although the sun’s rays are strengthening, spring is still long to come. In late-April he places his seedlings in a south-facing window and climbs into his tractor to dig the fields where wheat […]
Read more "Journeywork of the Stars"We have come to the end of May, and as is often the case in late spring-early summer, the weather has turned cold. Today, as yesterday, rain-tinged winds gust out of the northeast. I sit chilled in the 9:00am dark of my study dressed in sweatshirt, jeans and heavy socks. Outside my study window, unaffected by the […]
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