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I walked through the canyon this morning in its after-storm chaos. The creek is now a muddy, roaring river, strewn with big chunks of debris. I contemplated crossing where it tumbles over the road by the neighbors’ house, but I … Continue reading
I was upstairs in my little room, lying on a yoga mat with the intent of stretching and meditating, but really just lying on a yoga mat. Suddenly I had the sensation that I was not alone, and there on … Continue reading
Say the word cell. Cell. Say the word take. Take. Say the word death. Death. My silence is a noisy whoosh, a great amorphous inhalation. We are hurrying, waiting, enveloped by unfamiliar faces and smells, swept into the sprawling unglamorous … Continue reading
Walking down the hall to the shared bathroom in the morning with my toilet kit in hand, I had a déjà vu sensation that it was 1970, and I was living in a college dorm. When I entered the bathroom, two … Continue reading
We convened among redwood trees, four hundred participants who had come to listen, learn, and be present with one another. It was an experiment. Whoever was there were the right people, and whatever happened would be the only thing that … Continue reading
Diane and I are driving east along Route 58 on our way to Las Vegas, but we’ll spend our first night in a place called Newberry Springs, where we’ve booked lodging in a caboose. The day is sometimes rainy but … Continue reading
I’m back, and what a journey it has been! I have a lot of writing to do. In the meantime, I wanted to share a short video from the Women’s March Rally in Las Vegas. There were so many powerful … Continue reading
Yesterday we could see a smudge of smoke along the horizon to the south, but the air on shore was relatively clear and fresh, and we went to the beach for a walk at low tide. It wasn’t just low … Continue reading
I believe that documenting and writing can sometimes help us figure things out, and there’s power in the very act of writing. So I’ve given myself a homework assignment, which is to write about what’s troubling me since the November … Continue reading