I’ve been recovering from some health issues. This has meant a good deal of time at home, and seemingly innumerable trips to see one specialist or another. I guess this is par for the course for aging.
Illness creates a dual journey: interior and exterior. The external journeys are in themselves diverse. One travels to appointments, near and far. One journeys with family members as they traverse the altered landscape of their lives, landscapes changed by you, intentionally or not. Continue reading →
Journeys take many forms. Lately I have been submerged in reading, each book exploring unique territory. Often I find myself reading books that share common themes, even as they explore differing landscapes. The books I write about below share themes of travel, community, and the search for meaning. Continue reading →
A few flakes of snow in the air today. We awoke to a skiff on the ground, just enough to whiten the grass here and there. The day has been dark and cloudy, with infrequent bursts of sun.
We are in that week between my birthday and Thanksgiving. Next week is all about family. The past week has been focused on the arts, particularly Playback Theatre, as Jennie hosted this years board retreat for the Centre. Friday night I finally attended a concert by Ethel. What a delightful way to spend an evening! This week we see a new puppetry work by Sandglass Theater, and host an evening of shared storytelling.
Any number of conversations arose out of these events, reminding me how hungry I am for rich connection and deeply shared thought. Most of the conversations explored issues of representation; several focusing on problems that arise as a result of misrepresentation. Continue reading →
It has been a good while since I last posted. The past few weeks have been hectic.
When I posted back in late September we were still more in summer mode than autumn. Now we await winter. Last night was in the low 20′s F, today in the low 30′s. The sun hangs close to the horizon throughout the day. We are fewer than six weeks away from Christmas. Continue reading →
Last Sunday we traveled down to Shelburne Farms for the world premiere of the Emergent Universe Oratorio, composed by Sam Guarnaccia. The Oratorio is a work that re-imagines the dominant culture’s physics-based creation narrative, and seeks to universalize the story. Before the Oratorio we were treated to the playing of Eugene Friesen, of Paul Winter Consort fame. New Paintings, created for the event, by our friend, the marvelous artist, Cameron Davis, graced the walls in the remarkable, “cathedral-like” Breeding Barn. Continue reading →
We have had a busy week. School began, we’ve been getting advertising out for the office, and assorted other tasks have piled up. In spite of this, yesterday we took some time off from work and went for a bike ride. Continue reading →
It’s Monday morning following a nearly-perfect late summer weekend. Last night the clouds came in and rain fell. This morning is murky, that deep into the season darkness saturated with potential wet. The garden is lush; the bok choi has bloomed after feeding us delicious leaves and stems for the past six weeks. Continue reading →
For the last week the big maple down the street has been showing ever-increasing red, especially on higher exterior leaves. The tree fills much of my office window and is, as my neighbor says, “an early adopter.” Each year it turns well before the other trees on the street. Continue reading →
Yesterday we took a day trip up to St. Albans to ride the first sections of the Missisquoi Valley Rail Trail. The day was a glorious late summer Vermont day, cool and sunny. The trail wanders through fields, villages, and … Continue reading →
Twilight. A thick fog has rolled in. A few minutes ago an osprey flew by, just offshore from the house, squawking loudly to itself. Perhaps it was the same one we saw catch a fish earlier in the evening. I imagine the osprey and the eagle have now gone home to bed.
Today featured off and on rain. Itseemed to me there was not a great quantity of rain, but when we went down to the dock, the dinghies held three inches or so of water. Given the day had little wind, the water most likely accumulated from the rain. Tomorrow folks will need to bail before rowing out to their boats.
Speaking of the dock, when we went down it was mid-tide and the ramp from shore to dock was manageable. This far north along the coast the difference between high and low tide is significant. At low tide the solid metal ramp becomes a very slippery stair. Traversing it at low tide can be an adventure, and nearly impossible for me. At high tide there is no problem.