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…

Facing Darkness to See Light

For most of my life, I have tried to engage in an external exchange to create internal acceptance. Somewhere along the way I chose to base my self-acceptance on outside feedback. Unlike chasing a rainbow to find your pot of gold, where you continually look up …

Costing Not Less Than Everything

What is the cost of our ceaseless gasping, seeking, fumbling, and our unkept restlessness?

A Moment of Heart – Shared on San Juan Island

Do you know the sensation portrayed by the 1998 Werner Bros. movie, City of Angels, I mean specifically the ending moment where the angels commune with the sunrise in a melodic silence when they replay that scene at the end?  I lived that experience one evening on the rocky coast in narrows of the Haro…