Flatline

Sometimes, I find, it helps to half-die to the world…

Equanimity

First there was snow and then there was rain and then there was ice.
And still the squirrels ate.

Water

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be water…

Missed connections

I wonder how many times
I’ve missed a connection with a soaring hawk or a waving tree because I’m thinking what to have
for lunch?

Scarred yet persisted

Each morning I waked to trails and tracks…

Feathers

I’m thinking of the bird that flew into the window…

The boldest thing

The boldest thing we can do is sit with the loudness of silence…

Some days

Some days the sun rises with a roar…

Birch

Could there be anything more glorious than the way the low February sun falls on the trunk of that white birch this afternoon?

Banana pudding

Yesterday I made banana pudding

Brave questions

The best questions are the ones we’re too busy – and too scared – to ask…

Flying

Birds, they say, fly…

Places at the end of the world

These are the end-of-the-world places…

The quiet power

That moment on the runway…

Solitary confinement

I was alone for two weeks and met nobody except myself.

Thank you for my snow pants

Today I want to thank you for the snow pants you gave me for my birthday…

That tree

I can travel the boulevards of Paris, the souks of Morocco and the sierras of Spain yet fail to find anything as entrancing as that tree,
bare and alone in the field this winter.

Safety

We seek security but forget the greatest safety is found in stillness.

Unnamed

I want to name you but…

Buried

I buried the bird that flew into the window by the big, green propane tank. All I can remember is the blue and the yellow of its feathers and thinking how could
something so beautiful be so dead?

How to go home

Go to London and feel the heavy grey skies and gritty black roads and the red lights in the puddles and the buses that roar…

Tango of existence

Somewhere deep in California, I find a forgotten orchard…

Shadows

The low winter sun shines through the bare trees and throws blurry shadows on the snow. Hinting at reality.

Owls are wise

Owls, they say, are wise…

Forget all those things

Forget your golden thrones and your private jets, your Platinum cards and your million fans. I will forgo all those things for five quiet minutes watching the squirrel on the branch with snow in its fur.

Going here

On a wander led by wonder, I think I’m going somewhere, but really I’m going here.

That place

Some days from 9-5 I’m busy inside my electric head, my fingers are tapping and my arms are pushing…

Mystery

It takes a lot of facts and data to know joy is found in the embrace of mystery.

Twilife

On this, the most silent of dusks…

Thank you to the sun

Thank you today to the sun…

Rolling pastry

Between yesterday’s frustrations and tomorrow’s anxieties, I found two minutes to watch you roll pastry…

My third language is birdsong

My first language is English and my first word is tree as I glimpse branches of beeches on my be-wheeled walks…

Fell in wonder

Yesterday, at about half past two, I fell in wonder with the world

Bingo

What if we’re playing bingo all wrong…

Mixing bowl

Sometimes a bad day can become a good day…

Pear

Each time I bite into a pear I notice grit and sand…

Invincible

How about that moment, dark at night when you come out of your house…

The sun remembered

Today the sun remembered us…

Unknowing

Perhaps one day I’ll stop my grasp for answers, for solutions, for the security of certainty…

Owl

After three phone calls, twenty emails, and two meetings, I found one Barred Owl…

Inside

If we plunge deep below the rocks
and the worms to the loamy richness of soil…

Now time

Let me find five minutes to sink
into that timeless time when there’s no was and no will—
because only now is.

Between

There’s that momentbetween in and out,between noun and verb,between thought and deed,between note and chord,between fork and mouth,between breeze and rustle,between desk and couch,between tweet and squawk,between tick…

Here and now

Driving back from Foodland along the road lined with snow as the darkness begins to seep…

Step outside

Every morning I step outside…

Come home

At the end of a week when the news is heavy and the Zooms are fast…

Kitchen music

If you’ve listened to a knife through an onion or ladled soup into a bowl you’ll know there’s music in every kitchen, every day.

The den

Sometimes I think of the bear sleeping in her den deep in the woods…

Nave

On my way home, the final stretch is down a dirt trail, today whitened and softened by snow…

Much

There’s a world I know that makes sesame seeds and chili peppers…