Month: September 2019

History | Lifestyle

The Land Informs

In New England in the spring of 2006 it started raining and never stopped. The rivers soon overflowed their banks, creating lakes where there was once roads, parking lots and lawns. The Spicket River closed large sections of Salem, New Hampshire and downstream in Methuen and Lawrence, Massachusetts. Ponds too were overflowing, and dams were…

America | Culture | History | Travel

Ghost Dancers in the Wild

We’re all borrowing time, and the ground we stand on too. How many people passed through the spot you’re occupying now? And what was their story? That’s history, and you either dance with the ghosts or ignore them. I like to dance with the ghosts – bring them back to life for awhile. Perhaps they’ll…

Lifestyle | Music | Poetry | seasons | Stargazing

Stargazing

“But let’s not talk about fare-thee-wells now The night is a starry dome And they’re playin’ that scratchy rock and roll Beneath the Matala Moon” – Joni Mitchell, “Carey” These particular lyrics jump out at me every time I hear this song.  The spell of a starry dome night on a beach in Mexico with…

Culture | Lifestyle

Funny that Way

Few things get the eyes rolling faster on those who Know me best than me mentioning my indignation over ambient light and noise. Both topics play on my greatest hits collection of irritants for only me. Each is a consequence of proximity to… neighbors. Don’t get me wrong, I like my neighbors. Until they do…

Art | Culture | History | Optimism | Personal Growth | Travel

Dancing after the Dragons

“How could we be capable of forgetting the old myths that stand at the threshold of all mankind, myths of dragons transforming themselves at the last moment into princesses?  Perhaps all dragons in our lives are really princesses just waiting to see us just once being beautiful and courageous.  Perhaps everything fearful is basically helplessness…

Birds | seasons

And Then Came the Crows

It was the owls that first woke me. Talking to each other in conspiratorial murmurs. As the darkness faded to light they moved on and the brown thrasher took over; ever the early bird. Soon the sharp honk of geese flying in tight formation and whooshing feathers carving air to advantage. And then came the…