another loss Last night the wind picked up and, as I gently dropped into sleep, it not so gently opened its mouth and blew and blew and blew.
Carnavalesque It is beautiful to acquire skill – through meditation, through prayer or patience – to simply live with emptiness when it arrives.
The Standing Desk [β] – Day 40 Forty days of rain, forty years in the wilderness, forty days on the mountain; forty years old, forty sons, forty cubits, forty baths, forty days’ fast.
Earth to earth I haven’t built a house, or surveyed for a map, or planted a garden. But by listening listening listening I’ve followed the sprite of movement.
The Standing Desk [α] – Day 14 Two weeks in, I remain happy with the switch to a standing desk, and am considering when to build my “Beta” version.