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The Cold, Cold Heart of Home

Hearth and Home. That’s the old phrase. Hearth and Home. It conjures up ancient images of thatch-roofed huts and stone fireplaces paved with glowing embers, perhaps topped by low-burning logs or maybe a kettle suspended over the flames. Move forward in time, and we imagine cozy cottages with wood-burning stoves providing heat for comfort and […]

Cardinal Sin

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two weeks since I last went to work . . . In recent conversations with my sister, the word “shirking” was mentioned a few times. Growing up, shirking—the avoidance or neglect of duty—was Mortal Sin #1 in our mother’s book (followed closely by “imperfect result or […]

Yoshino Morning

flowered parasols glow pale pink fire in the springtime sun their snowflake petals drift like wounded butterflies and kiss the rain-bright ground

The Last Weekend

This is my last weekend. Ever. From tomorrow on, I will merely have days, each barely distinguishable from the next, one after the other, days that form weeks, which form months, which in turn form years, onward, until I eventually end. The reason? This coming week is my last week in the work-a-day world, and […]

Where

what if this is heaven where love rains down on dreaming fields to feed a soul’s desire what if this is hell where acidic hates flood shanty-clad plains to burn flesh bone-deep what if this is both where the ebb and flow is merely a response to our intention k

Paradigm Shifting

It struck me today that I need to change my perspective.I am still thinking like an employed person.

Forever Thursday

I find myself in a liminal space, straddling one of modern life's boundaries, not half-in/half-out, but between and neither, caught mid-transformation.

Drifting

the percussive exuberanceof K-drama dialoguedrifts down the darkened halla cryptic lullaby inrollercoaster tonesleading me pastanxious abstractionto plush midnight Postscript: It’s been a couple of months since I last added to these pages, two very busy months filled with plumbers and tilers and electricians and painters, with offices and websites and forms and requirements, with consultants […]

Talkabout

From the Old Man Shouts Into the Wind files, Entry #4492. [Entry Begins] A few years ago I received an invitation to be interviewed on a podcast. It wasn’t a big-deal podcast, just a couple of guys who nattered on about books, but I’d never done an audio interview (my previous ones had all be […]

Childhood’s End

at the last bell of the last day we slammed closed our books kicked off our school-year shoes and soared on summer wings up into our beloved hills our youth’s true home to live beneath brooding oaks dance along moss-slick creeks and walk barefoot through grass made of spun gold I grew up at the […]