She was dying. Not in the abstract, someday way of all of us, not in the slow and inexorable plodding way of terminal illness, but NOW,...

[Continued from last week’s post] Last week I wrote that Jack and I have figured out how to make ourselves at home in many different...

On my very first trip to British Columbia, I stopped off in Vancouver to change planes for my flight to Victoria. I looked out the window...

The last dying light of the day and the world is utterly still. A bubble of absolute silence within and underneath distant traffic noise....

Late afternoon. She’s feeling twitchy and she doesn’t know why. Actually that’s a lie. She knows exactly why. It’s that time of day when...

Haiku I: Cold Ice running through ancient veins Spiky backbone, prehensile claws, immobilized Iguanas dream of sunshine <img...

She sat and sat and sat, silent to the point of aphasia — not so much that she couldn’t speak, more that she was so deep down the well of...

Everyone’s addicted to something, says my friend D. And I have to agree with her. Why am I thinking about addiction today? Because I read...

I’ve struggled my entire adult life to Get Things Done. It’s not that I’m ever really idle, not really. Even when it looks like I’m doing...

Haiku: Osprey Thich Nhat Hanh: no death, no life Osprey stands on branch Fresh fish in her grasp, delicious #dharma #haiku...