Please walk on the grass

Sometimes, when the day’s been long …

Back in love

I challenge you to go outside
and feel the sun and smell the air
and hear the crickets and see the daisy…
and not fall back in love with the world you’re part of.

Rock time

The slabby rock behind my house has been around for a billion years, give or take. It will outlast me, already halfway through this thing called life. But…

Rain shower

There’s that moment, at the edge of a cloud, when the rain considers.A splatter of drops, then none, then a splatter more.Until the cloud says, let’s be done…

Intrusions

Sometimes I can be still and breathe,and steep in the mellow soup of OKness,where I know that nothing can harm meand that all is well and all is…

When words can’t

I know that 2 + 2 = 4 and it’s πr2 for something else.And if I drive 60 mph for half an hour, I’ll be 30 miles away….

OK bird

Sometimes I find my heart racing and my breath short as I twist on yesterday’s problems and tomorrow’s to-dos. Then I notice a chickadee on the tree outside….

The wind

An empty, empty morning with nothing but the wind. That breeze, touching the leaves of the aspen. Those leaves, which jostle and chatter. And through the window, I…

The squirrel

They’re burning the old cottage at the bottom of the hill.Gone are the beams that held up the roof,which shouldered the snow.Ash are the planks that made the…

Sunrise

Most mornings, I’m a little in awe when the sun comes up and the world fills with light and I get to say good morning to the one…

The peach

There’s a ripe peach inside my chest, delicate and soft. Why do I carry that peach with me, so easily hurt and vulnerable? Is the peach part of…

Ten metres square

I’ve lived in many places; I’ve traveled to even more. There’s succulent London, with its trains and Tubes, it’s vascular Thames and shiny shops. Or proud Leeds, Victoria’s…

I don’t know

I don’t know where that wind is from or why the air’s so chill. I’ve no clue where the woodchuck is – sleeping or plucking fruit in the…

Rare thing

Snarl on the highway. Line-up at Foodland. Out of mint tea and only four sprouts left. Computer’s updating. Door’s blowing open. There’s a wasp elbow deep in my…

Ice cream

Once I drove into a moose and believed I was going to die. In the future I might be poor, alone and living by the side of the…

Tree parts

They’re chipping wood at the bottom of the hill. I can smell tree meat; it smells good and now I feel guilty. Because look what I’ve done. Inconvenient…

Driving home

My car plays music. Not just Sirius XM and its 70s on 7, Jim Croce and Jethro Tull. Or Taylor Swift on the Moose with ads for beds…

Attention is only the beginning

First there’s the big, bold sunset, so spectacular put-on-a-show. Then tiny sparrow, piping the same – soon familiar – tune. Next comes the wind, rushing southward, playing the…

Of the world

Gas in the car – up 10 centsGarbage to the dump – damn bag split3 two-by-fours – no red paintSquirrel on the road – get outta wayDriver going…

You are here?

Are we ever there if we’re not aware? If we’re in the woods and fail to notice the creak of the maples? Or if the musical rhythm of…

Waiting for nothing

I’m sitting on a bench outside my house. It’s four feet wide – enough for two, if that’s your thing. I’m waiting for nothing. Stillness, you see, is…

The goodest dog

For Freddie – the goodest dog in the world – everything old is also new. On that same maple with the broken branch chats a cheeky squirrel, too…

The journey home

Ten minutes by bike (all downhill) from the house I grew up in was Bobbits Lane. And down Bobbits Lane was a wheat field, a meadow, some allotments…

The easy, small things

Tiny seeds that flirt with the sun and fall like sparks. The hummingbird, so hurrying bird for that next frantic hit. This turpentine pine cone, warm and gluey….

Beautiful mortality

I don’t want to go skydiving or rock-climbing. I won’t jump between rooftops or race Highway 401. Instead, I’ll sit here, feeling mortal and adoring the scent of…

Know me not name me

I’m surrounded by birds. I can hear their beating wings, their squawking and tweeting, pecking, drumming. Flocks of birds. Birds I haven’t seen before, black and white birds,…

Masked

I’m getting accustomed to the whole Covid thing. But from time to time, I see a familiar place turned apocalyptic, with the masks and the distancing and such….

Leftovers

I got two bush cords of firewood delivered this week; truckloads tipped with the sound of thunder. There are round logs and square logs, wedge logs and deformed…

Visit Sitges

One day in – I don’t know – 2002, I found myself in the Catalan seaside town of Sitges. I was stress-working in Amsterdam, flew to visit a…

A beautiful day

I’m from England, where it rains from time to time. I remember as a kid in the back of the car, following the drops on the windows as…

Where do we go when we’re asleep?

Where do we go when we’re asleep? Are we like the bee on the thistle? Fuzzy yellow on spiky purple, a color wheel contrast in stillness? Are we…

On thoughts

I was sitting on my couch the other day, looking out the window and thinking about this and that. Along came a flock of tiny birds, into the…

Do be do be do

We have a woodchuck that lives with us. Well, not in the house (we have no wood to chuck) but around and about, on the sandy bank and…

Sifting flour with a fishing net

As a child, my family vacations consisted of walking up big hills in the rain. My dad called it “savage amusement” and we loved it. Sometimes there was…

Questions of light

That patch of light. You see? The one that’s making the leaves of the raspberry bush shine so white? That patch of light, whose photons journeyed 93 million…

Seeing stars

The secret to viewing shooting stars, as I discovered while I lay on the gently rocking dock, with the crickets buzzing behind me and the Milky Way misting…

Good bad

Of all the world’s inhabitants I’ve fallen in love with recently, I fell hardest for the song sparrow. Its melody relieved the early days of Covid, and it…

At the dump

I was at the dump today. With seagulls and eagles (and maybe a bear). Cans and bottles and scrubbed out jars. Boxes, more boxes and (oops!) legal files….

Dead daisies

Dead daisies are beautiful and I don’t care. Look at them, with their crusty petals and hollow seeds. So brown and so defiant. But they’re dead! they say….

Attention is the beginning of devotion

I fell in love with my saucepan this morning. We’re not getting married or anything. But I noticed a deep affection – a warm swelling in my chest….

Between everything and nothing

Love says ‘I am everything.’

Wisdom says ‘I am nothing.’

Between the two, my life flows

On OKness

One of the (shush!) side benefits of the whole Covid thing was that my 2020 sales goals went for crap. In January, we’d set targets that were higher…

About the rain

The birds here are singing just as loudly although it’s raining. Yet we as humans tend to think of the rain as “bad”. Interesting.

Addiction

More=Better=Addiction (h/t @lynne_twist)

Head in the future

Driving down the highway, going somewhere different, I noticed the trees, like a wall. Sometimes, I would steal a look to the right and see what was through…

Names that say nothing

The other week, my nephew found a flower, shyly living in the jungly green. “Look at its colours,” he said. “The purple that fades to pink. It’s so…

Current status

Awareness zone

Childhood holidays were a five-hour hot slog up the motorway – with a stop for tuna sandwiches on the way – to camp in a field in Yorkshire…

Drowning out

When I was a child, I would lie in the bathtub so my feet could turn on the taps. Then I would block one of the spouts with…

Moose body

I thought I was going to die as I drove into the moose; that moment as control is compressed into brakes and steering-wheel knuckles when there’s nothing to…