Penned in my journal this Christmas morning: In the night, I would have been as unsurprised as I can imagine if I were to leave my body. Which is to say death was in the building. Not necessarily to announce “Your table’s ready,” as Robin Williams put it, but for some other reason under the
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
The upheavals of the past five years, none of which need further explanation here, complemented by the actuarial implications of life’s 9th decade, add a certain sense of wonder to the ever-present mix of considerations of worldly-world existence, a sense encapsulated in the question: “Are you ready to give up your body?” My answer is
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