Casa dels vents
When the sun rises the wind rises, mostly from the sea slightly acrid and full of the tide, sometimes from the land laden with dust and a broad swath of heat.
Author Archives: Mark
Welcome 2 – Every Life Your Teacher
I take it all in may arms, rocking it to sleep, welcoming what was to what is, healing a hurt I didn’t even know existed.
Welcome 1 – The Midday Wind
The word migjorn is Catalan for “midday”, and it is the term for the wind that comes down off the mountain. It is a force of nature, that shapes trees and carves stone, and we are in the arms of that wind. Welcome, wind.
Ferment!
The ancient art of food preservation was left behind with new invention, and has slowly returned to favor as we recognize, with some chagrin, that these novelties can cost more than their worth.
A fleet flight from the street
Two flits make a flight, with nine flaps in a flit. There are 136 slaps from tip-top to street.
Deep roots draw water
On the weekend of my birthday, Catalina and I wanted to leave the city for a while.
I’ll end today at home
I am drifting on, like sand.
Warm welcome away
The long drive looked shorter, the destination sweeter, a bed made available, and there I was on the threshold of yet another goodbye.
every which way
We’ve grown every which way.
with the tide
Found myself refracted.
days that frame an age
Launched into the next unexpectable and doubtless exciting phase of life.
starfall
Stars that lit our night, also fall.