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
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
Laughter came too easy for life to pass me by ~ Gordon Lightfoot Among the most heartwarming compliments I’ve ever received was from a fellow I met only via email and phone. He emailed to say that he’d been reading my essays for some time and would like to chat on the phone and get
The immaturity of the human family, to which I am a contributor in good standing, is profound, a fact so easily observed in virtually every form of how we treat ourselves and one another. Recent massive bloodshed in Israel and Palestine being an emphatic example of the belief that it is honorable to operate
My first go-round. It’s always such a gift to be reminded of life’s physical fragility, which in some ways is a rarity for me, man of steel that I pretend to be. Yet I am also, or certainly aspire to be, ready to say farewell at any moment. I cannot imagine too many things more
I’d not completed an essay in some time, the longest drought over the past 20 years, or so it felt. No shooting star of intrigue or heartbreak or unbridled joy capturing my notice. I wondered if a certain absence of inner quietude had inhibited revelation. Or maybe just the need for rest. Then the universe
There are many juicy inquiries the exploration of which can help us discover the reality that causes our intuition to respond with a “Yess!” that reverberates throughout all of existence. One of these inquiries, one of my favorites, is whether everything is God.
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