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Dragonflies
I’m waiting for the dragonflies. Darners, the long-bodied, fast, almost hawk-like dragonflies. Skimmers and Dashers, the ones you most often notice sitting on a twig. They perch, launch, and return over and over. They are blue, orange, and red and have patterned...
Don’t Stop Believing
This post is personal. Last Saturday, May 2nd, the Fort Bragg High School Timberwolf baseball team was invited by the Justin Siena High School Braves from the Napa Valley to play a game at the San Francisco Giants field in Oracle Park. It wasn't free. A lot of money...
Independent Bookstore Day – Gallery Books
I discovered books at a young age. I knew immediately there was something important between the covers, something to be decoded. I learned to read and I was hooked. I grew up in a small rural town. There were no bookstores. I discovered I could order paperback books...
Unbearable Lightness, Unbearable Weight
The meaning of life is that it ends … Franz Kafka How do we live when life offers no clear script, and we still crave meaning? We can analyze, brood, knead the dough, and hope for loaves and fishes. We can ignore life's existential angst and float in The Unbearable...
Square Peg, Round Hole
Know thyself … inscribed at the Temple of Apollo at DelphiBe yourself; everyone else is already taken. Oscar Wilde That old admonition “don’t force a square peg into a round hole” is a quiet philosophy of alignment. It asks a simple but difficult question: what...
Interstices
“It’s not the notes you play. It’s the notes you don’t play.” Miles DavisAccording to Merriam Webster: Interstices are small, narrow gaps, crevices, or spaces between closely spaced objects or parts commonly referring to cracks in walls, spaces between atoms, or...
Hugo
This morning I noticed my dragon alebrije, Hugo, named after a friend who worked at Lucy’s Cucu Cabana in Puerto Vallarta for several years. The shop is gone and so is Hugo but the dragon lives in my house as a protector of great memories that might otherwise escape...
Excuse Me For Not Dying
Mistah Kurtz—he dead (Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness) The remark “excuse me for not dying”, which Leonard Cohen attributes to his Zen teacher Kyozan Joshu Sasaki Roshi, is one of those deceptively simple Zen statements that opens up the whole question of life,...
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerThe force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer.And I am dumb to tell the crooked roseMy youth is bent by the same wintry fever.The force...
The Anti-Jazz Of Epic Fury
Referring to the character Horacio Oliveira in Julio Cortizar’s masterpiece novel Hopscotch, one reviewer wrote:He often asks himself how it is possible that humans as a genus, as a species, as an ensemble of civilizations, have arrived at the present day by...
In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb
I’m hopelessly stuck in the sixties, seventies and eighties. That’s as far as I go unless I’m forced to function in the present as I am today. I’m pretty good with technology, I guess. I majored in math and economics. God know’s why, as they say, those who believe....
The Anatomy of Saudade
It is a wet, quiet, cold, and somewhat dreary day. My thoughts flex inward like a flock of parakeets with heads tucked under their wings, voices muffled as they speak an instant already gone. Life feels off balance, stuck between a past that can be revisited but...