The mind dances here and there, rarely in a linear fashion. So what’s on my mind these days? How about counting on these fingers?
- Picking peas and raspberries. Then mow the lawn.
- The Hour of Visitation: that moment you have to decide. Accept Jesus. Agree to marry. Call the sale. Or it typically slips away. The door closes, sometimes ever so silently. Reopening it may be far more difficult.
- On the street, a fat porcupine pondering his shadow.
- How many strange events transpire unseen? A sense lingers after a chance observation, a moment of revelation suggesting a much vaster possibility of reality at hand.
- My goal is no longer to collect but to cull. I’ve been decollecting as much as I can, one sweep at a time. Recordings, books, notes, clothing … amazing to revisit so much that’s already here! Trail markers from a long journey to now.
- She’s often thought I’d be more at home in an earlier era. Well, maybe if I had some wealth and privilege. There, I’ve said it. That edge that’s too often been lacking.
- Watching bridge construction in tidal waters, I’ve wondered what keeps the cranes from swaying in the daily rise and fall of the current. Spud Legs, I’m informed, are sunk into the river bottom for stability. What a funny term! As in potato? Naw, more like spud bar. However the name ever originated.
- Sometimes life’s a whirlwind. Just what do we do with the calm?
- Teaching or translating as their source of income. The world is bigger than that. And so should the literary horizons.
- Looking back on your life, can you point to any work you’re truly proud of? Or does even the best somehow fall short?