
going from up to down
I joined the parachute team in college and prepared for competition. Continue reading “up-down-up” »
going from up to down
I joined the parachute team in college and prepared for competition. Continue reading “up-down-up” »
what doesn’t look like home actually is
My fifty year-old Navy Veteran friend has been living in his van with two large dogs for almost three years. Continue reading “grateful artist” »
railroad tracks mean freedom
Memories of once in awhile: Southern Pacific trains drive down long, straight tracks headed for the end of Tiburon Peninsula. Continue reading “surviving ourselves?” »
Deadly Camp Fire
The devastating Camp Fire catastrophe eliminated the entire town of Paradise. Hundreds are dead and gone, many will never be found or return. Continue reading “Paradise- gone” »
bird looking and leaving
Yesterday’s wonderful dream: Continue reading “natural flying into other dimensions” »
it’s not bad to sit quietly
Three months ago I made a commitment to sit with my eyes closed for 20 minutes twice a day, in the morning and at night. Continue reading “behaving serenely” »
loss
my Earthly presence operates with unsteady willpower
should I check my bank balance or write a poem? Continue reading “Chops” »
there must be a million crosses here
Siauliai, Northern Lithuania is a pilgrimage site mainly for believers of Catholic Christianity, but ancient historical origins place crosses in this particular location for hundreds of years, since the lost uprising Wars of Independence of 1831. Continue reading “Hill of Crosses” »
choice is an option
Tremendous fear floats around our country and I’m getting tired of feeling its control of people, places and things. I don’t have to live in fear, and choose another way live. Continue reading “why fear?” »
this is what the trains looked like from our tunnels
In my last blog, I mentioned Gaston Bauchard’s The Poetics of Space theory. He researched space with a poetic lens, and his theory that childhood locations determine our creative internal spaces reminded me of two tunnels near the house where I grew up. Continue reading “tunnel space” »