Early Spring?

 The wind knocks the white dogwood petals to the ground The way an old-school nun would rap the knuckles of a small school-boy The blooms a month early – frosted pre-dawn light This moment neither feeds narrative nor puts it asunder.  No Blame is held up as sacrament at Any or All.  There is just…

Between

  Day and night Sun and rain Within the momentary pattern Of noughts and crosses A moment of potential  Arises and recedes.  Burkittsville, Maryland 

This is Where I Live

  THIS IS WHERE I LIVE This is where I live, work, and play. I enjoy and am am nourished inside and out by the South Mountain region, so much, I decided to make it my home. This passion, imbued with my training as a naturalist, educator, and community builder, wanted to share a spoonful…

Where To Start

The soul always starts a thought with an image. —ARISTOTLE How is it then that you will lend grace to your heart in this day?  What image will you start with today?

Did You Hear About The Guy Who Shaved a Yak

Yak shaving refers, according to google as the seemingly endless tasks that need to be finished for a programming project to move to the next phase.  I have heard Seth Godin refer to as something like the absurd edges one would go to rather then face the vulnerability of sharing an uncomfortable truth with someone. …

Progress

Clouds, charcoal chalk lines wriggling across the sky.  The old paperbark basket sits in the corner by the fireplace The radio its brass knobs and a dulled wooden sheen Not stories of yesteryear or of adventure in your arm-chair No, the stories were traded in the navel-gazing bull market on a virtual square Popularized friendships…