I called my younger sister Nancy Wednesday afternoon to wish her a happy birthday. She told me it was raining then, there in our hometown of Wareham, Massachusetts where she now lives again. Rain.…

“You may be eloquent as a river tipping steadily over into a falls, but what would all your explanations reveal?” – David Hinton, “No-Gate Gateway” It’s interesting to try and carve out a post…

This was posted on Craigslist yesterday: Hello. I am looking for an empty or somewhat empty garage space where I can store 19 medium size boxes, almost entirely filled with books I’ve gathered through…

I became a cow Sunday afternoon. I walked the walk, I talked the talk. I stepped over the patties of others, and danced my slow animal waltz amidst all those strands of golden grass.…

There’s a mellow up-and-downness on the hiking through the Johnson Ranch. The topography of the land takes and gives. The strong breeze cools, from around one bench, through the stand of oaks. I feel…

I told on myself yesterday. It was at work, a few minutes after a conversation with the young woman who’s my boss – a conversation in which she checked my input on the computer…

Some of you seeing this know that I write “Morning Pages” every morning. A practice I began June 2011 and have continued every day since – three pages in a (wide-ruled) notebook. Again today,…

Last Wednesday I found my way into the Pacific Shores Dermatology and Skin Cancer Institute down the highway in Arroyo Grande. Following a full-body, amazingly detailed inspection, my PA informed me I had all…

“All trees wither and die in time, But the cypress in Zhaozhou’s yard flourishes forever. Not only does it defy the frost, keeping its integrity; It virtually sings with a clear voice to the…