Lynx Last night I dreamt I pet a lynx. It walked up to me and sat down then lowered its head and let me stroke the tufts of fur that stood from the tips of its ears like small black feathers. After a moment it stretched and sniffed my face,… Read More
From my window I can see a father holding his child and pointing out at the Grand Canyon. Only there is nothing to see. Only vast gray clouds, as opaque as a woolen blanket, but not at all warm. The child is dressed in red. Red boots, red coat, red… Read More
El Tovar Hotel, Grand Canyon, Arizona The man sitting next to me is half naked. I am sitting in El Tovar’s Bar on the edge of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, working on my novel, when he comes in wearing nothing but a shirt and jacket, and then… Read More
Mandela Leola van Eeden at North Canyon mile 20.5 A memory—Mile 62 on the Colorado. We had rafted the “Roaring Twenties,” hiked through a downpour in Saddle Canyon, meditated (and played Frisbee) in Red Wall Cavern, and now are at the confluence of the Little Colorado, a tropical-blue stringer of a river… Read More
Daily schedule—Wake around 5 am. Make coffee. Stretch. Draw for 10 minutes. Check email. Get dressed, get outside for a walk. Sunrise at around 7 am. Be out there for it. Fill water bottle with spring water. Come back take shower. Work until 11. Have breakfast. Work until three. Stretch… Read More
Over the Abyss The first thing I did when I got to the Grand Canyon was fall. Not into the “abyss” – or I wouldn’t be writing this. My spill was in the bathroom. Actually, in the kitchen coming out of the bathroom. The apartment I’m in has two steep… Read More