In the Midst of Mounting Grief a Moment of Calm
In the midst of creeping worry and mounting grief—a moment of calm:almost happiness, not epiphanic, simply present; and when I turned my head to it, of ...
Category: Contemplation
Conversation in a Park
Perhaps a softer world awaits. There are signs for it. Like the sunset last evening, quite ripe and full of magenta. Like peaceful protests in incendiary tinder...
Feather cloud above the cerulean skin of the Pacific
Yesterday afternoon, walking east of Victoria’s Breakwater along the Dallas Road cliffs, above the brilliant cerulean skin of the Pacific, a cirrus “feat...
How to make something good happen: counsel for the perniciously officious politician
I could point to the ocean, the chickadees, the aspen trees, tell you to consider the Carthusian monks —you could learn something, especially from the ocean. I ...