Stargazing

I’m down here on Earth, like always, stargazing in the winter cold clearing of some forgotten forest, a retreat from the lights of civilization that even out here still pale the darkness of the horizon. I’m staring outward, but it’s hard to accept the scale of what I see. I …

Tending the Fire

The breeze, the salt breeze, the fresh breeze, the one that comes off of the Gulf, interrupted by nothing but the bristling silhouettes of oil rigs, rolls across the shifting peaks and valleys of the waterscape, beyond the piled rocks of the breakwaters and comes ashore on the beach of …

Concerning Our Reactions

Its growing worse, this problem of understanding, this violence of ignorance. Surprisingly, though this is not just a matter of pointing fingers at the common offenders: the social outliers, those full of hate, riddled by fear and motivated by sociopathic greed. This has become an issue too of the righteous, …

Listed

I admit it: I bought into some clickbait today and read about the top 11 (11!) whatevers in wherever on a popular travel site. I’m not linking to it because I’m not sending them clicks from the 3 people who will read this (yes, I can be petty). I read …

Traditions

When asked “what is home,” the biggest temptation is to describe geography. It is easy to underestimate what makes up “home” as a street plan overlaying terrain, as a palate of colorful buildings, as an environment of favorite trees and familiar cafe’s. But the old idea that home is more …

Hear Me

I remember when I first came across Twitter. It was exciting. With just a few clicks I could connect with anyone in the world. I could hear new ideas from diverse voices. I could see the world through anyone’s eyes. All I had to do was add them to my …

House

I am sitting in my house writing this. Well, its not actually mine but I’ve lived here nearly a decade now, and I know it as well as the owner who has lived on the other side of the wall for only a little bit longer. I know every inch of floor …

On The Mountains

I spent the first morning of vacation drinking coffee in the kitchen, watching the sun scatter through the tree canopy and reflect in bright colors off of the iridescent plumage of turkeys scavenging on the forest floor outside. It was chilly, so I waited until the sun had time to …