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I don’t know if I ever cherish home quite as much as I do the last few days before leaving for a big trip, unless maybe it’s the way I cherish it when we return. But right now we’re in … Continue reading
It was hot yesterday, and I’ve been feeling very lethargic, but I decided that I had to get outside and take a walk. I have learned that there is something curative about walking, an actual physiological effect, and I always … Continue reading
I had two lovely bits of correspondence yesterday. One was from a lady who is ninety-seven years old. She’d heard from a mutual friend that I’ve been feeling blue. Here’s what she wrote to me, in her elegant old-fashioned penmanship: … Continue reading
Yesterday I was feeling especially demoralized about…shall we say, the political situation?…no need for details here. I was ranting about the frustration and futility of it all, feeling terribly disillusioned. Monte wisely reminded me that it’s a long game, requiring … Continue reading
Yesterday we went through a secret brushy portal that diverged from the main trail and led to a meadow above the sea beneath a blue sky sketched with wisps of clouds, and we sat upon the curve of earth, just being there. We … Continue reading
I had a bout of insomnia last night but finally dozed off listening to a podcast (content forgotten, but a man with a soothing voice) and slept until 9 am. I’ll admit it: the moment I wake up, I reach over and … Continue reading
Maybe everyone else is engaged in creative, constructive, contributory action, but these days I’m mostly just thinking, wandering the hours without any particular agenda or destination. Earlier in the week I had occasion to go into Santa Barbara where I walked on streets instead … Continue reading
There was a boy who went to sleep on a bed of kelp in the middle of the day, cradled and rocked, lulled by green-blue sea song older than existence. “There are few things in life more pleasurable than bobbing around in the … Continue reading