Generations and Generations

Memorial Day. An experience I had in 2015 on a spiritual tour in Ireland popped into mind. I haven’t thought about it for a long time, yet it was one of the most powerful experiences I had there. And it is asking to be told today. About two-thirds of the way through...

Refusal

  I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows, or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.                                                                                       Ray Bradbury The...

Color and Line

There are several topics I intend to explore here in the coming months, but the war in Ukraine has dissolved my words right now. I’m so weary of eons of glorified dominance and control. Which leaves me sadly subdued. When I’m not weary, I’m angry. Or in some kind of...

Inspiration from the Sands

Happy New Year? We returned on Thursday from meeting our kids in Oregon for Christmas. We spent a few days in Eugene and five days on the coast. While our reunion was sweet, parts of the trip were unusual: heavy rain, high winds and even hail a few times; colder than...

A Deathbed Reclamation

Tomorrow is November 2, the culmination of an auspicious period for honoring the dead. It is also my dad’s 101st  birthday. So I’m going to tell you a story about my dad, a kind of ghost story because it took place at his death. On May 8, 2008 I got a call at 2 am...

Fierce

I think some older, fiercer being is emerging in me. I’m not sure what She will have me do in the coming months, but I want to tell you the story in case someone like her is emerging in you too. While She has been muttering to me for nearly a year, Her voice has most...