Traps were set. The great George Gardner gave me a bucket of snap traps and told me how to do it. …
mouse in the house
About halfway through my 12 days of flu, nocturnal scratchings of small rodent co-residents reached a crescendo. Of course, right? …
Epiphany, and interlude
Epiphany, January 6, did not hold much meaning for me growing up. …
auld lang syne
When I heard the news Joe Cocker died, I thought, too soon. Already? He was just 70. …
stacking wood
The week before Christmas my three months of 7/7 were reaching their pinnacle in a paroxysm of effort. And I’d thought that week would be a wind-down….
solstice
Well that was a long lag time from the last post….maybe I’ll write about the intervening high-density 23 days next post. For the moment just glad not to be speaking French for a bit, eh oui….
thanks and giving
Thanksgiving seems to have evolved to become yet another venue of competition rather than a moment to give thanks. I wonder if it is a cultural thing– we are not just overweight, we are obese, and have reality television shows to help us shed hundreds of pounds. We don’t do yoga as the yogis intended, we do it as hot, among other things, and we compete with our neighbors in frequency, poses and attire….
stillness
How to make space for stillness in a world that values ever faster movement?…
bleu
The past year or so I have been thinking a lot of the Kieslowski film Bleu. It is a beautiful piece of work, the first of his trilogy based on the colors, bleu, blanc, rouge, and ideals, liberté, egalité, fraternité, of the French flag. …
aye yi yi
It rains, then it pours, then it monsoons, then….that’s it. That’s where I’m at.
From A to Z, work, family, home, car, animals, friends and finding out who’s not. Two grassblades from the edge, and there you go. Though besides increasingly stiff creakiness throughout my body when I wake up way way way before dawn, the health is holding together. Gratitude for that. And lots else even. Before the gripe give gratitude, it all works better that way.
Yes. Whatever it is, it is. The storm that just keeps whirling me round, it is. Occasionally I get dropped into the eye, I look out in awe and say, damn, that is one badass storm. Then I am back in it. Category 5 and counting.
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