It’s How The Light Gets In
She sat and sat and sat, carefully sifting memories like sand, memories of a seashore much like this one, floury silky white sand, those...
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Feb 22, 2018
To See The Sky, A Little Longer
She was dying. Not in the abstract, someday way of all of us, not in the slow and inexorable plodding way of terminal illness, but NOW,...
Feb 15, 2018
Home Is Where The Heart Is
[Continued from last week’s post] Last week I wrote that Jack and I have figured out how to make ourselves at home in many different...
Feb 9, 2018
There’s No Place Like Home
On my very first trip to British Columbia, I stopped off in Vancouver to change planes for my flight to Victoria. I looked out the window...
Feb 1, 2018
Silent Imbolc Eve
The last dying light of the day and the world is utterly still. A bubble of absolute silence within and underneath distant traffic noise....
Jan 25, 2018
Abiding
Late afternoon. She’s feeling twitchy and she doesn’t know why. Actually that’s a lie. She knows exactly why. It’s that time of day when...
Jan 18, 2018
Haiku I & Haiku II, Florida Cold Snap
Haiku I: Cold Ice running through ancient veins Spiky backbone, prehensile claws, immobilized Iguanas dream of sunshine <img...
Jan 11, 2018
There’s A Light
She sat and sat and sat, silent to the point of aphasia — not so much that she couldn’t speak, more that she was so deep down the well of...
Dec 28, 2017
Kindness Practices To Get Things Done
I’ve struggled my entire adult life to Get Things Done. It’s not that I’m ever really idle, not really. Even when it looks like I’m doing...
Dec 14, 2017
Twilight Miasma
In the timeless twilight between sleep and waking, words are eaten alive, no rational thought escapes, life itself stands still, quietly...
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