Like an ancient tree, a story has an inevitable internal logic that the writer must find and follow.
A blog without content is like a car during lockdown: parked week after week in the garage, seeing no action but from the mice running in and out its grille to store kernels of dog food in a thick layer on the engine filter. (Thanks to JL for this scenario.) The car waits, knowing its … Continue reading A shiny future
As you'd see from the activity on this website's sidebar, I’ve been living on Twitter for the past many months. For seven years I’ve been on that platform, but barely present until November of 2020. Until then, I didn’t see how it served me, I used it badly as a business promotion tool, and it … Continue reading Why I love Twitter
A black animal bounds across a snowy rural road and disappears into the trees. Identification of this large, leaping mammal is not easy!
Citizen-At-Large discusses the rules for being human.
Rain It came back to me today, as it has over the years: the story of the girl who did not see the sun. For me, it's been the opposite. All we've had for two months has been sun. No rain. Not one drop. We're heading into drought conditions. As the creeks dry up and … Continue reading Rain planet
I love being at home. It's not that anything remarkable happens there. It's that a succession of unremarkable moments, when truly inhabited, turn out to be quite beautiful. When I have time around my actions to feel the rhythm of the day unfolding, I also have time to observe the details of my life in … Continue reading Life’s little brown jobs
My vehicles have names. What's a vehicle? Anything with wheels, that I take to go on adventures. Car (Vivi, Mattie), bicycle (Genny, Francie, Gary)... Lawnmower? It's only since moving to my little two acres, with a big patch of cleared greenery to mow, and a Greenworks battery-powered mower to do it with, that I've started … Continue reading Me and Mrs. Jones
Last month, I moved. From a 14-year sojourn in a house in the city of Ottawa, Ontario, with a large vegetable garden, mature trees, and friendly neighbours, within walking distance of shopping centres, bars, and the library, from this place that had always treated me well but always felt too jangled for my soul, my spouse … Continue reading Waking to the world
I've been failing at meditation for a solid twenty years. Alright. I suspect it isn't possible to 'fail' at meditation, but I have walked away, frustrated, over and over again. Conversely, of course, that means I have come back 'to the mat' over and over again. Something in me has persisted in believing that there … Continue reading How I’ve failed at meditation