The Housing Bubble

Not my house. Just a building near by that I like the look of.

This weekend we had some friends over to the house. It was the first time we'd had friends over in a long time. It used to be a regular occurrence, but not lately. Before the friends arrived, I busied myself with housework. I cleaned and tidied and cooked. It wasn't drudge work. It was kind of fun. I was focused on creating a nice experience for my friends, so the effort had positive connotations. As I was getting things ready for our friends to arrive, it suddenly hit me that this space really … [Read more...]

The Holt

Land's edge in Lincoln Park, San Francisco

When I was a kid, I used to go out to Lincoln Park in San Francisco by myself nearly every day. These days, you can get a call from the cops if you let your pre-teen kids out of the house without supervision in California, but back then, it was completely normal. Every day after school, when my homework was done -- or when I claimed that my homework was done -- I would head out the front door and up the hill a couple of blocks to the playground. The park would usually be full of neighborhood … [Read more...]

Feeling Out of Place

Rainbow Over Glasgow

Last week I started to write a post, and then I abandoned it. It didn't feel right. I couldn't say what I wanted to say about my ambivalent relationship with technology, especially where it intersects with issues of Spirit. I dropped the post, half written and never completed it, thinking that I was only stuck because of the topic that I'd decided to write about. Today, after hours of hemming and hawing about what to write today, I realize that I'm stuck for a far deeper reason. It's hard to … [Read more...]

Different And The Same

NetherlandsFlight3

Over the past week I have been in Amsterdam, The Netherlands; Glasgow, Scotland; London, England; and now I am in Manchester, England. The rain has followed me everywhere. I can see by the news that each place has gotten sunny after I leave it, so the rain must be following me around like a lost puppy. But the rain isn't the only thing that seems to be following me around. Lately I've been dogged by wisps of deja vu every where I go.I'm not talking about the kind of deja vu where you sit … [Read more...]

Clutha

Clyde, Clydeh, Clydhe, Cludha. The waters rise up, envelop you, take you down. Cold at first, oh so cold, but your core temperature drops, As he makes you his own. Warm now, in his embrace, you see for the first time, the history of this place. The visions play before your eyes, Scenes of battles, scenes of peace. Lives of dear friends in a dear green place. A foreign God, a man from the south, the true tales of a tree, a bird, a fish, a bell, and the path man took to create a … [Read more...]

Clutha

Clutha

When I'm here in Glasgow, I attend an open public circle at each of the major holidays. At each ritual, the name Clutha is invoked, spoken of as the Spirit of this Place, but for some reason, it that name had never quite settled into my bones before. At our Spring Equinox ritual, the name echoed in my soul in a new way. It reverberated in my mind as I left the park where we meet. It wound its way through me over the rest of the afternoon. I have no idea why I hadn't looked up the name before, or … [Read more...]

Lessons From D.C.

Flooding at the Capitol Mall due to a broken irrigation pipe 2006

Last week I was in Washington, D.C. for work. My trip there was both difficult and good. I learned many lessons during my travels and during the time I was in the city. One of the lessons that I am still processing is about the intersection between pre-existing stereotypes about a place and the actual spirit of that place. It's not that I have a clear understanding of this issue yet, but I still think that it's worth discussing publicly in the hopes that you can process the ideas with me.It … [Read more...]


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