It was like a black hole. Only it didn’t affect light. It only affected communication. Radio waves and the Internet and the telephone. All as good as dead in the zone around my mother’s small town apartment. [Read more…]
During those quiet days of the weekend I had time to sit in the hospital and think about the energy of the place. I realized that I mostly shut it out, not wanting to know or think about what goes on in there. But even in a sleepy hospital in a small town surrounded by wheat and lentil fields, there is the frenetic energy of life and death and scary moments that change people forever.
I didn’t post on A Sense of Place yesterday. I wanted to, I really did, but there was nothing at all I could say that wasn’t just a rehash of my personal struggle with belonging. This isn’t the blogging that I used to do. I used to write about connection and learning from the voices [Read More…]
Recently I spent a night outside near a plot that I am thinking about making my own. I tried to sleep in my hammock, strung between two trees. It was nice enough. But I didn’t get any sleep at all out there. Afterwards, I spoke to a friend of mine about the experience and he asked me what I’d given the land before I settled in for the night. Oh. [Read more…]
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…]