Tag Archives: On Being


Yesterday’s rain revived us, and morning fog has hidden us, and the day has been a secret space to quietly inhabit. I’m settling into a decision I’ve made, and trying to muster up courage. My friend Dan sent me this … Continue reading

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Windy Days

As we drove out of the ranch to go into town the other day, we noticed a man with wind-tousled white hair standing on the bluff facing the sea and playing a shiny brass trumpet. He wore a pullover sweater…for some … Continue reading

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Ever Widening Circles

Yesterday I came upon a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke that brought me immeasurable comfort, a strange sense of connection across time and space, as though the very things in me that seemed incomprehensible and sad had already been experienced, expressed, and … Continue reading

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