How to fall
…Meanwhile we’ll have this reminder, like music from the slowly drawn bow of a violin, that what fades can also be beautiful…
The dark patterns
…Dimly perceiving one of the grand patterns underlying my life, I write to draw its covers back. It’s satisfying to articulate what I see, even when the pattern is dark or painful…
Random arcs
…On my walk I’m struck by the lovey randomness of the geometric patterns I see. They're complex, myriad, commonplace, and strikingly beautiful - not unlike so many of the patterns in the arcs of our lives…
Aliens singing
…What I want to share about today's walk is not the rushing liquid traffic sound the ocean makes…
Bloody berries
…We need this kind of vitality. But it has to be cultivated, cut back, kept in a healthy place. An invasive species - whether it’s a brilliant poisonous bush or a band of misguided rioters - can overrun an ecosystem…
Thrashing at Nantasket
…This is the longing I feel for my country today: that we’ll stand up again, invigorated like the surfer, in another life-affirming, forward glide over the turbulence. Please, please, please…
Only a brief walk
…Today what I love is melting. In an hour this mist will subsume the finger-path of snow at the base of the trees. ..
What is this?
…In winter these bushes shed their boring clothes and turn into alien creatures. I’m walking through a cityscape of organic skyscrapers, scarlet cone penthouses at the gangly top of each one…
Spooky at a distance
On my walks I always love slapping my foot on a good puddle. I'll even walk across the street for a fresh and lightly frozen one. But yesterday when I flapped my foot down, I fell right through…
What I want to keep
…With its cable wrapped around the pole like a string around a finger, a bike lock never forgets what it is meant to do. I’d like to carry this quality of never-forgetting into the new year…
