A romp through the back alleys of m’noggin

"Is it possible to practice noticing? I think so. But I also think it requires a suspension of yearning And a pause in the desire to be pouring something out of yourself. Noticing is about letting yourself out into the world, Rather than siphoning the world into yourself in order to transmute it into words.... Continue Reading →


Book Review: The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse

The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse by Louise Erdrich My rating: 5 of 5 stars I think that The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse has been on my to-read shelf for almost a decade. Back in the days when my super-reader-friends were just introducing me to good... Continue Reading →

A. Ham

Tonight, Lin-Manuel Miranda gives his final performance on Broadway as Alexander Hamilton. He is bowing out, after a year of intense success, and handing the mantle over to Javier Muñoz. Of course, it was our dream to see the original cast perform this revolutionary musical, and our dream it will remain. Five digits of dough... Continue Reading →

Huddle Up

On the set of the smash Broadway musical Hamilton, before each and every performance, Chris Jackson leads the cast in pep talk and prayer. "Let's agree that for the next two and a half hours, this is the most important thing we'll do in our lives." Chris Jackson, for those 2 and a half hours, transforms... Continue Reading →

Hold on to what you believe…

Some years ago, in the midst of some particularly dark times, a wise man pulled a wiser quote out of his wise pastoral hat. It took me by surprise, dried my tears mid-descent, and returned me to the path I was to be following. No pomp or fanfare - and only a little wimpering. Never... Continue Reading →

Artsy Wrens

Well, first of all, as of Thursday, the Meadowlark has been singing again, which I think is amazing. Apparently the moratorium on joyful song after the loss of a brood lasts ten days. But now they are over, and the living commences once again! Today as I fought to sleep in past 4am, the wrens,... Continue Reading →

The mocking continues…

Anyone who read my post Julio the robin must die will find it humorous that this week a very plucky catbird has decided to nest in the arbor vitae tree directly outside my office window. The mockingbird of the north, right there, nestled comfortably into the branches, with only a glass-paned argon sandwich to dampen his beautiful,... Continue Reading →

The recovery of a sunset

When that notorious beauty-lover Oscar Wilde announced in The Decay of Lying, "Nobody of any real culture... ever talks nowadays about the beauty of a sunset. Sunsets are quite old-fashioned," sunsets reeled under the blow, then recovered. ~Susan Sontag, An Argument About Beauty The question of beauty is, as they say, subjective. Sadly, it changes with the... Continue Reading →

Below My Feet

Music.  It can be so powerful, in every dimension imaginable. I have been a captive of the music of Mumford and Sons for several years, and for whatever reason, I never tire of them.  Their music is nothing if not honest, and in their honesty they convey consistently more true emotion than one usually hears... Continue Reading →

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