It’s been five years since my beloved surrendered her being to God in the wake of an extended illness that led her to say, “I know I love you. I know I love our children, our grandchildren, and so many people in our lives. I know we live in great beauty. I know we exist […]
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Getting out of my car upon arriving home I came upon a dead rabbit in the gravel driveway. It had been there a short while, not long enough to attract bugs. Clearly, I had run over it, the tire track on its corpse being conspicuous. It must have happened when I backed out earlier in
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The Trash Fashion Show in Santa Fe is part of a delightful celebration of one my favorite definitions of life: Take what’s in front of us and create beauty. And as we know, what’s in front of us can get pretty wacky strange, mundane, ordinary, even what we consider ugly. Turning whatever into our best
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Halloween, 30 years ago today, having been in love for just shy of two decades, Dear and I moved from Bloomfield, New York to Moscow, Vermont. It was, you might say, a reaffirmation of our commitment we labeled “Go Big Or Stay Home.” Ever since, some powerful forms of surrender to the vastness of our
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Six years ago today, 22 July 2017, two years before her death, Dear and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary. (This photo was taken long before that). Here’s my journal entry that day. I said to Dear this morning when I brought her coffee in bed that it’s a strange phenomenon when the years we’ve
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Dmitri Hvorostowski was born October 16, 1962, the same year as my son Peter, and the same day nine years later that my father would die. Hvorostowski himself died of a brain tumor on Peter’s birthday, November 22, 2017. Perhaps these dates are the way the universe underscores the importance to me of Hvorostowski as
Two days ago a thought arrived, not for the first time, being a man who needs all the reminders he can get, including a tattoo on the heart since birth saying “Everything is a Gift”. The blessings of the universe have nothing to do with “worthiness”. Nothing to do with how practiced I am in
When we arrived in Santa Fe from Vermont last July and walked into our newly leased home, the heavens celebrated with a hail shower that completely whitened the ground. It was the first and last such shower during the eleven months New Mexico was our home together. (Lissa already a thirty-year New Mexican; I the