Pure Autumn Fragrance River

I traveled through time this weekend. In the grey in-between time when light fades fast and crickets start to sing, I sat on a swing in the woods of my childhood home, and I found myself fifteen again on a sad and sleepless night, swinging my sorrows away. In that season, one who loved meContinue reading “Pure Autumn Fragrance River”

After Solstice

The days had lengthened. The sun had journeyed northward towards the point of convergence. There, briefly, the sun stood still, then subtly directed its path southward again. Solstice: a turning of the year, a turning of the light. Waypoint for our nomadic sun. A few hours later, already, daylight had shortened. The first day ofContinue reading “After Solstice”

What A Life I Lead When The Wind It Breathes: The Necessity of Extravagance

A few days ago I went for a spontaneous walk in the last hours of the day when the light was tinged with gold and the colors of the sky were shifting. And it was the most wonderful, to stand alone on a shining golden hillside with the wind making patterns in the wild grassContinue reading “What A Life I Lead When The Wind It Breathes: The Necessity of Extravagance”

The Naming of Things: Part Two

So there I was, in the tangle of things, the mundane, trying to name things, grasping at presence. Naming anchors me, embodies me in the present, and affirms my joy and pain. Without this discipline, I would be swept away by the current of time and to-do lists, a wreck washed up on a distantContinue reading “The Naming of Things: Part Two”

The Naming of Things

I do not know many things for certain anymore. Knowing starts with words—speaking the right name for things. If there is anything I know for certain it is this: this world is bigger than I know and my words are small, so small. My words wither. The life I had shrinks away. I find myselfContinue reading “The Naming of Things”