When one has lived a long time alone, one falls to poring upon a creature, contrasting its eternity’s-face to one’s own full of hours, taking note of the differences, exaggerating them, making them everything, until the other is utterly other…. — Galway Kinnell I wandered Saturday morning alone in the wetlands […]Read more "When Otherness Dissolves"
Frost touched northwestern Minnesota early Thursday morning. Just like that, summer ended. We now watch the forecast closely, tarps at hand to cover late-ripening tomato and pepper plants. Beets and carrots are pulled; soups simmer in stock pots and slow cookers. Yellow squash is blanched and frozen. Spent plants are gathered and thrown atop the […]Read more "Inevitable Change"
Perhaps it’s due to my age, but I no longer aspire to fame. At fifty-seven, an individual might consider one’s remaining years and conclude that fame — elusive up to now — was unlikely to occur. There are flaws in that perspective. For instance, who’s to say how long one has on earth? Who’s to […]Read more "Elusive Fame"