It’s a rainy day in Maine, and my son is working on projects from Richard Scarry’s Best Rainy Day Book Ever, which consists of about 200 pages of coloring, cutouts, drawing exercises, games, and the like. He’s having a grand old time with me on the porch as I type this essay. I’m interrupted periodically by questions about color, for which I am singularly unqualified; he asks what color I think various things should be, but fortunately, he usually rejects my suggestions.
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New Found Land
Happy anniversary ‘Essence of Water’,
Peter invited me to be a contributor a while back, and I didn’t write for a while as I was afraid of messing up. In this little harbor of the Internet, the tone is both serious and light. We don’t need to write about deep thoughts, but we do because we care. We see the world change in front of our mind’s eye, and we see its people struggle (including ourselves) to find meaning and a satisfying way of life. I love that we get to talk about it here; and so here I am with my first post.
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Week ago today
Right now, this time last week, I was taking the dog for his last walk. It was a good one – he seemed to know it was the last one, and we made it almost a mile. The squirrels seemed to know he wasn’t a threat, though.
Last bone
Pour yourself an extra large measure of scotch. Get the bone from the fridge, it’s in a vacuum pack. Find the scissors and cut it open. The bone, a fine leg bone from a lamb who didn’t realize his or her sacrifice was for another creature not so different from themselves, is a bit bloody. Perfect for the dog.
Happy anniversary
I started this blog one year ago this week. My first post was about an overnight stay in a small city in France. I’ve been asked several times why I write and post my thoughts online; for some it’s a kind of arrogance, for others its been viewed as a violation of privacy, while still others are just puzzled by the seeming contradiction of it. I am radically open but in a quiet way – there’s no effort on my part to increase web traffic other than occasional requests of readers to forward on the link – which is strange. I’m not jumping up and down, calling attention to myself, but I am talking publicly about deeply personal things, or at least, things which are deeply personal to me.