You can imagine a thousand ways for life, or for them, to fail you. That’s what we’re told to expect. Yet, in the quiet, penetrating silence, oh my…
Tag: reflections
Not every form of relief comes from escaping what troubles us.
Every guitar has a song. Some have a thousand. The action may be too high, the intonation a little off, the strings old and corroded.…
Gone, perhaps, but the story goes on — In the forest, what seems dead gives life to critters and bugs, a home for birds, a…
It was a stormy, windy night when the island’s power went out yet again. I found myself wondering about the trees — and who the hell was flying that prop plane slowly cruising overhead — while the big, bright ferry sat parked at the terminal across the narrows.