Wednesday, May 4, 2011
June called yesterday. She'd been talking with Jean -- when can the three of us get together? Jean had called over the weekend about some meeting at a senior center in the next town on Thursday. Jean couldn't explain exactly what it was, even reading from the brochure, so I told her I'd think about... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Back to my own little world.
The new issue of Poets & Writers came Saturday. This is the one listing all the summer writing conferences and festivals. I took a minute to read through -- there's one in Taos, NM that sounds inviting, if only because it's in Taos. And one next year, pick a month between January and March in a... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Gathering Moss
You can’t go there any more. It’s gone. The wilds of Colorado are civilized, and besides, the wheels have rusted off the white Mustang. There was one hopeful long weekend when you took to the open road escaped the status quo that choked like mosquito abatement smoke sucked in through the window fan.... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Writing, writers, reality and why not
Last time I met with Vicki we talked about something she's writing. It's about a family in New Orleans at the time of Katrina. It's about a mother's endurance, the odds she faced after the man-made and natural disasters that ripped her life apart. Vicki went there, stayed for several months with a... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Cherokee Spirituality:
On Thursday morning I went to the Main Street Center to hear a program on Cherokee Spirituality, presented by Rowena McClinton. Prof. McClinton teaches history at the university and has spent years researching the Cherokee, the Moravian missionaries and what was going on in the "colonies" in the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
kwitchurbellyachin
Imagine a rustic cafe in the high Cascade mountain pass between eastern and western Washington, the table tops made of crosscut slabs from old-growth trees polished with a dozen coats of marine varnish, the legs made of four-inch thick branches. The walls of the place are vertical slabs of varnished... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Actually, I was thinking of myself as the ant
at the mercy of the Great Boot of Fate. How I've missed being flattened and ground into dust is a mystery beyond solving. I've been swept off path like leaves off the sidewalk, tossed and tumbled many a time. But absolutely squished into pulp -- it's no doubt something to look forward to. Sometimes... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Bugs, Fate and Foreshadows
Sometimes there'll be an ant on the sidewalk when I'm bringing in the shopping bags. I used to avoid stepping on them. Why interrupt the life of a creature going about it's short and stressful life? It's not hurting anything, maybe keeping the area a bit cleaner in its search for food. Then I found... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 25, 2011
A Walk in the Woods
The woods seem silent when first walked in: the only sounds are feet munching twigs on a fir needle carpet. Sensitivities double, ears see the gentle surf of the breeze washing upper tips of tall Douglas firs. Eyes hear sunlight's slender bright notes, piccolo dots glow through canopy-gaps above,... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Visit from my oldest son...
I named him Daniel, because I'd never met anyone named Daniel that I didn't like. And there was that Biblical hero -- Daniel in the lion's den. Strong masculine name. He's 52 now, tempered and strengthened by adversity, has a good woman's love. He's a no BS kind of guy, runs a crew that upgrades... Sign in to see full entry.