The Ring We need to get you something for Christmas,” Bruce said. Christmas gifts can be difficult here. “I’d like to get you an Oura ring.” He’d seen the slick…
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Was it Angels or Merely Sun rays? Does it matter? The sky slanted– gray shafts cloud to cloud streaming silver bars looked like angels, not the kind with wings blooming…
I walk up to the Peterson farm just to hear the wind in the trees in their dooryard, the pines especially. There’s an old apple tree that has a big…
February 4, 2026 Last night the contrails looked like pick up sticks tossed out on the floor. And then there’s the challenge to pick them up without disturbing them. Then…
The following are poems that sprang out of my journal. I’ve been taking a class in contemplative writing that has brought me back to the smarts opening the gate for…
Sunday, March 8, 2026 The wind is brisk this morning. The sky so clear and clean I could see the faded gibbous moon off to the east. When the moon…
February 19, 2026 My gosh the train was loud this morning, so loud it hurt my ears. I watched two engines pulling tankers to the east. My phone dinged, so…
Do you think Abraham studied the stars, so that when God found him, and said, “Your descendents will be as many as the stars and as the sand of the…
I walked up to the horse farm and back listening to Martin Shaw’s I Set my Mind on the City. It was the first walk back after the bitter cold…
Monday, January 19, 2026 One evening I looked out the window, Orion was close, and swollen, to the west of the barn, in front of the kitchen window. Where before…