Before the last full moon of Autumn rises behind the hill. The last full moon of Autumn. Last night it left behind a silver sand, on every blade a crystal strand that morning light made sparkle, turn to tears, then fall remembered winter to the earth. And all the leaves have fallen – summer's skirt …
Nineteen eighty-four. What was at one time a distant dream, the darkness of a book, an election year, a future, became the present. We didn't have to do anything; we didn't lift a finger, but gradually the date overtook us and passed us by, leaving us stationary at the roadside, the dusty wind of its …
I was recently asked to step into a new space in the blogosphere. This journal was originally created to track the progress of me and my friend Manny along our third-eye-opening trek through India; when we returned, there was enough literary momentum — and plenty of lessons being offered by the world right here close …
Of course, the reason all those beverages and treats are such a hit (in terms of popularity) is that they are really are a hit (in terms of physiology). So the veins and the various systems of the body open their mouths wide to suck it in, the charge is lit, the buzz is immediate… …
My younger brother is a musician and mathematician, an adventurer whose inquiries lead him to landscapes most people would never dream existed, much less find themselves exploring them. It isn't enough to walk along planar geometries and simple proofs — that would be to walk in the Garden without admiring the flowers. The walk is …
… and it is not as though there weren’t months and years ahead. The difficult events of our lives are like stones dropped into a bed-sheet, the whole of its white expanse falls, by weight and momentum, and gathers together into a knot of cloth. That night cloth is gathered together in our clenched fist, …
Love my last and greatest companion this heaviness will pass… just a salt wind from the ocean stale air before the storm that seems can never break will break I thought once that the source of our creativity was the height of our joy — but then I found it difficult to write …
… and then there are the moments where, surprised, you find that the fingers loosen of their own accord; you no longer struggle to make something happen, nor struggle against struggling, but allow the events of your life to be the agent of release. Tonight, I passed some time with Tevye, the village milkman: Tevye, …
Here's the script: from an early age your interest in intimately knowing what my daughter would call the Greater Spirit (I like that) drew you to science, to the arts, to T'ai chi and yoga, to cooking and foods, to learn, to learn, to learn. And along that wild and sinuous path, you do learn – or …
The tamed range is filled with Cawdor wood, and every glance outside is a reminder of my failure as a suburban land steward.
Such colors of an August afternoon. First, the shades of wedded green, from the backlit leaves and their lapped and shadowed neighbors, to the heavy hip-high grass, to the mosses of the rock garden; the ruffled ears of rhubarb and dense and barbed raspberry thickets; the high architecture of island elms and the near-black …
the door I return to
and must pass through