Manna Meditations, Day 27 I drive out to a solitary place, where the forest gives way to open fields. When I park the car at an overlook, the only sound is the wind tearing around the car, trying to find a way into my little shell of warm air. I have my big camera with […]
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gratitude…
Tonight. It’s late. The rain falls on the house for hours without stopping — a slow, steady rain. The kind that brings the world to life. Meanwhile I’m here inside, listening to the drumming on the roof. The dinner guests have gone. The dishes have been cleaned, the wine glasses placed back on the […]
Ask me anything …
Can I tell you a secret? It’s weird, keeping a blog. I post photographs and snippets of poetry — sometimes shamelessly personal prose. I dream in blazing black-and-white, and then I come here and splash those dreams on the screen. Still, though … There’s so very little you know about me. And you know what […]
The Body Electric: Day Ten
Tonight, we drive out of the city and into the mountains: up a series of rutted gravel switchbacks to the top of the ridge. There’s an A-frame cabin up here that belongs to a friend, and as we walk to the front door I can hear music and laughter — the giddy hum of a […]
a small reminder, written on floating leaves …
This time of year, I can’t watch a single leaf spiraling to earth without thinking of a certain special poem by E.E. Cummings … Strung together like a necklace of cranberries on a thread, his letters make up what I consider to be the most exquisite little poem I’ve ever encountered: l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness […]
On Quiet Grief, & Quiet Goodness …
Can I tell you a secret? For a little over a week now, I’ve been quietly carrying a private hurt — one I caused myself. And I won’t explain any more on that subject, except to say that for days now the hurt has been dogging me like a shadow, the way deep hurts often do. […]
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