Fall Has Come

Fall Has Come

Woke to a pacific wind bringing a pacific scent of golden leaves and rain and sea, and a wide pacific sense that the season has turned to its autumnal frame, and dark will fold us into it bare arms and tell us to hush, hush, hush…

Angel Dust

Angel Dust

It was snowing when I dropped Elijah off at school today. At least it looked like snow – it was white and covered the ground and plants and streets and cars. Then I drove east a few miles, climbing to about 1500 feet, and poof – the snow was gone,… Read More

“The Pursuit of Happiness”

“The Pursuit of Happiness”

Late June. The Pacific Crest Trail still with fog. Quiet as sleep. The charcoal and silver skeletons of an ancient forest reach into a woolen sky. I rise before dawn. Watch the sky lighten, the path lengthen, the dark spires of stone and bone take shape and form. During this Chautauqua Institute week… Read More