Missing The Forest

Sacred Heart

Sometimes Forests need trees to hide them. [Read more...]

Finding Identity In The Directions

Orca Scultpture in New Westminster, BC, Canada

There is a place where there are No Directions, and yet from that place spring All Directions. [Read more...]

Rites of A Winemaker

My son Noe at Rasa Winery in Walla Walla

This, he said, was an example of the rite this wine demanded, but it was only part of it. The rites of the wine include everything from how the vines are trained and trimmed to what happens in the cellar. And then the wine is passed on to the purchaser, and the responsibility to continue the rites goes to them: to keep the wine cool for storage, to let the wine breathe when first opened, to serve it appropriately. All of these things are part of the relationship between the grapes, the yeasts, and humans. [Read more...]

That Place We Keep Meeting

The Network isn’t like a Natural Spirit! It’s not like Nature. It’s not like the birds or the trees or the dirt under my feet. It’s prickly and tingly and full of electric charges. I don’t want to talk to it like that! (I squirm in my seat, adjust my sweater around me as if that will make me feel more comfortable. It doesn’t.)

“What’s unnatural about the Network?” my mentor asks.
[Read more...]

Amsterdam

Image of an Amsterdam canal From Wikipedia. Click for original.

As I sit here listening to the ragweed and grass whisper next to a canal, I know that this has all been seen before and will be seen again. It’s not exactly the same, because we aren’t on a circle, we’re in a spiral. We’re moving along the groove in the vinyl record, and if the cycles seem like they are getting closer, that might just be because we’re getting closer to the center of the record. I don’t know. [Read more...]

The Dance of Desire and Delight

Those of you reading this who also write may understand, perhaps agree or disagree, but it seems to me there exists an often difficult and fascinating conflict between the voice of narration and the body of experience. [Read more...]

Clutha

Clutha

I felt the energy of the river as it stretches out onto land, as it touches the city beyond its banks. At last, I’d learned one of the river’s older names, and I knew that we had only been acquaintances before. Now we knew each other a bit better. [Read more...]


CLOSE | X

HIDE | X