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son at work
James (center) interns at an organic farm (click photo to read story in Eugene’s Daily Emerald). [Man] has become accustomed to relying only on himself; he has split off from the whole and become an...
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earth blossom
Kindness is one of God’s many qualities, therefore it always spreads joy, drives away the clouds, opens up hearts like the spring sunshine which makes the earth blossom. ~ Elder Paisios of Mount Athos
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thoughts unfurling
The assembly of the humble is beloved of God like the assembly of the Seraphim. ~ St. Isaac the Syrian Those who erred in spirit shall know understanding, and those who complained will learn to obey,...
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(not quite) escaping tyranny
Above is a meeting of creatures Tim and I spied on our first joint bike ride of the season. Below, a Camas flower beckons James and me toward the first uphill hike I’ve done in a while. I have spent...
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bright voices
For a year I stood in services at the Orthodox church and listened. There is a sense in which it was like standing in my back yard, taking everything in. The difference was, I had never planned nor...
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collage
Got a good report today from my doctor. At 53, I know there are many negative symptoms the doctor looks for, and if they’re absent the feeling is “thumbs up,” “you’re pulling a A,” and so on. But,...
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a pass into the past
Those mountains behind us still look the same (snowier in winter, of course; this was likely August, 1969 or ’70). The three of us have changed in appearance. Our toy fox terrier, Pebbles, is long...
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an arrival
A new person enters the world, and everything seems more fragile, while at the same time bright with strength. We are first to witness an expression, this emergence of what wasn’t here before....
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linkage
Infants and their grandparents fascinate me now. Now that I’ve spied the irises of my first grandbaby, our boy Edmund, turning toward my voice, seeming to spy me and be all right with me, as if he...
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what’s better
Often when I’m feeling the urge to write, it’s because I desire to say something important. Or impressive. Or both. But really, what’s better is to say something true. Truth will be misunderstood and...
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a wonder
In the midst of pondering situations, I’m drawn to my backyard of an afternoon or evening. I happen upon snippets of bumbly life. The background hums with insects. Blossoms stage an opera in color and...
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embrace this side of normal
“Ed is born.” Those three words over the phone during breakfast launched my summer. My son-in-law went on to describe my daughter’s serious entry into labor the night before. She birthed their baby...
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Recently I “produced” my first video. One thunderish Saturday early in August, we had a bike tour group stop to view our yard, which has become my son’s “food forest”. There were knowledgeable and...
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ride write
Upon her move to New York, my daughter bequeathed me her bicycle. It’s a sturdy blue cruiser, and I have to say I’ve wished more than once I had a metal steed like hers. Now I do. The bike and I set...
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the orange moon waves
Recently came that day when you stood again, this time facing east, committing yourselves. Then it made sense to take a honeymoon, a short one, and one of you got a cold just beforehand, but still it...
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reflect again
Into the garden now means noting a portrayal of decay — the settling of this bit of land past its prime for another season. It is quiet. There are no house finches, and the honeybees make short days of...
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spoonies, a hunter, and the knack
1. A Victim Westley decided to hunt game this week. You know how it goes, how on some fine autumn morning, an older kitty can find his frisk again and stalk the reddening strawberry leaves. It was all...
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good struggle
Year’s end again approaches. I have a book chapter in my head, I think. Its lilting voice calls me. A dear lady who’s nearly ninety, who keeps her draperies clean herself (something I do not), told me...
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yep
Is this any surprise? I’m doing some blogging. Consolidation of blogs, as it were. Only now I have returned to the place I started from. Happy Spring.
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a response to R.L. Stollar’s blog post
A friend of mine has a post up at Overturning Tables that touches me where I live (or at least where I lived), so much so that I wish to respond at length. This blog of mine seemed like a natural place...
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