Metaphorical (?) Thunderstorms
Entanglements and sloth conspired to stymie my aspirations to be get in a run/paddle this evening,...
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Category: A Musing on the Mundane
Yea, Though I Walk Through The Valley: Discursive Musings on the Advent of Summer
A writing teacher reflects on how his craft is changing
Read MoreThe Arrival of Choices
IF YOU CHOOSE TO CONTINUE READING, SPOILERS MAY LIE AHEAD. Last night, I met up with some friends,...
Read MoreHarmonics, Yoga, and Happy Hour
There are things that I consciously pack in my backpack: stove, hammock, sleeping bag, food. And so on. All the essentials and a few luxuries my back will bear. But in the packing process, there are other items that make their...
Read MoreRage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Thank God for global warming. It is the season of long shadows, when the sun begins his descent early in the afternoon, turning the world into a shadowy realm only a few hours after the crest of noon. But unlike most early...
Read MoreExodus from Paradise
I didn’t want to write this post. I didn’t want it to turn out this way. It started coming together as I was descending a trail into inky darkness, a familiar trail I’ve trod over an over in my life. It...
Read MoreSpiritual Band-Aids and Drive-By Mindfullness
Wednesday was a road trip that almost didn’t happen. Kristen had proposed it–a mid-week trip to see Sherman Alexie at Virginia Tech. But as we become more comfortably ensconced in middle age, we all find that our...
Read MoreA Healthy Game of Hoops
I dragged ass getting out the door to play hoops this morning. With three no-shows, I was the ninth to hit the gym, so I had to sit while they ran “fours” hoping a tenth would walk through the door. No worries. I...
Read MoreThe Summer of Former Students
In my younger years, I approached public places with ninja-like exactitude and stealth: upon entering the coffee shop or restaurant or grocery store or music festival, I would scan the premises, head on a swivel, quickly seeking...
Read MoreWater, Pregnant with Meaning
The creek is bloated and swollen this morning. After the gluttonous revelries of food and fireworks found their way to bed, a storm blew in through the night, layering a blanket of thick moisture on the earth. With the exception...
Read MoreThe Sound of Heads Exploding All Over the Internet
Summer vacation has given me more time to peruse social media than is probably healthy for any human being. But for someone who humors himself at trying to step back and marvel at the bizarre the carnival that is our human...
Read MoreNew Trails, New Thoughts
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood… I found my morning peace running the trails with Juno at Reedy Creek Nature Preserve this morning. I’ve been in...
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