
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

We’re at a point of downsizing. On a limited budget, at that.
Here’s what’s on my list of considerations.
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What would be on your list?

My, have things changed from the time I first proposed this as a Tendrils topic and the time I actually sat down to draft the text. I thought I’d be living in Dover for the rest of my life, but now we’re actually looking to relocate to somewhere, well, for us more dreamy. I’ll leave it at that for the time being, and besides, that prospect just may turn out to be a very pleasant pipe dream.
What I am sensing that much of the dream has to do with location, beyond the house itself. This week I’ll focus on the locale. Next week, the walls, floor, and roof.
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What would be on your list?


The Olympic Peninsula, set off in the northwest corner of the continental U.S., is a unique place. My longpoem American Olympus is a travelogue of one week we spent camping there.
Here are ten things to consider.
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What’s the wildest place you’ve explored?


Like Zen, my mind works in strange ways, and this is how I too often see things.

I can imagine a Buddhist sutra in which two monks observe the sign. They’re walking, of course, rather than driving.
The first says something pithy asking how Zen, being nothing, can do anything, much less work.
And the second replies that work’s nothing, too. But it’s not lazy.
Better, I suppose, than “ZZZ Working,” which many assume while passing the usual sign and seeing the crew standing by idly.
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