Cursed

Cursed

A pair of black soccer shoes dangled from a power line way up in the air. Out in the middle of Bigelow Street near my house.
I know how they got there because I was a witness. . .

Sabbath

Sabbath

, , .Whatever it may mean to whoever observes the Sabbath, it is a conscious effort to cleanse the well-springs of Being – to seek inner calm – to not lose focus on what’s really essential to the flourishing life. . .

Conversation

Conversation

Sitting at the bar in Woody’s Tavern in Mob, Utah. I’m in for a cold beer on a heat-wave afternoon. The man sitting next to me is wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy boots, and a T shirt with the Canadian Flag on it. . .

Declaration

Declaration

A man I know very well recently passed the date marking eight decades of being alive. He intentionally spent the day happily alone. . .

Battery Epiphany – an ironic tale

Battery Epiphany – an ironic tale

f you had been a guest in my home this past week, you and I would have been driven out of bed at 3 a.m. one morning by the incessant, irritating chirping of a dying smoke alarm detector, high on the kitchen wall: eeenk . . . . eeenk . . . . eeenk. . . eeenk . . .eeenk . . . . AAARGH, DAMN!

Squirmy

Squirmy

. . .The whole Universe is still expanding, so say the astronomers. The landmass under my feet is moving west at the rate of half an inch a year. The sea floor is still spreading. Nothing is holding still – every atom in existence is whirling away in relentless motion.