If Provincetown claims the first landing of the Pilgrims in North America, and Plymouth claims the place they settled, Eastham is the place where they first encountered the Native American population. And like the thousands of encounters between settlers and natives to follow, it wasn’t hugs and kisses. Today there’s a popular beach with a…
“The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate this world. It is even a trivial place. The waves forever rolling to the land are too far-travelled and untamable to be familiar. Creeping along the endless beach amid the sun-squall and the foam, it occurs to us that…
What if this road, that has held no surprisesthese many years, decided not to gohome after all; what if it could turnleft or right with no more adothan a kite-tail? What if its tarry skinwere like a long, supple bolt of cloth,that is shaken and rolled out, and takesa new shape from the contours beneath?And…
What is preciousinside us does notcare to be knownby the mindin ways that diminishits presence.-David Whyte, The Winter of Listening A storm pivots around New England, sideways rain one minute, bright sunshine the next. Cold wind pushing the swirling mix about, demanding attention. I step outside and look for the rainbow that must be out…
“I feel it’s important for me to be completely honest in what I write about. To me artists fall into two categories, they are revelatory or obfuscatory. There are artists that want to create an image of themselves, that isn’t really them, but it’s part of the product, the brand and stuff like that. So…
“Poetry is language against which we have no defenses.” – David Whyte I’ve been spending a bit of time with David Whyte lately, catching up on words I ought to have read long ago but wasn’t ready to hear. I was a different person then, more closed to the world despite the outward bravado. You…
Just beyondyourself. It’s whereyou needto be. Half a stepintoself-forgettingand the restrestoredby whatyou’ll meet. – David Whyte, Just Beyond Yourself Reaching beyond yourself can be frustrating, humbling and sometimes humiliating. The ego wants to be in a happier place, warmly wrapped up in comfortable self-talk and stretching just far enough… but not too far. But that’s…
The dense fog presses up against the glass, tapping on the window lightly, wanting to come inside. Or calling me outside. I listen and layer up for a walk to the bay. I know it’s out there, if only from memory. And walk slowly to the water. The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover…
See with every turning day,how each season wants to make a childof you again, wants you to becomea seeker after rainfall and birdsong,watch now, how it weathers you to a testingin the tried and true, tells youwith each falling leaf, to leave and slip away,even from that branch that held you,to go when you need…
If 2020 was a year of transformation forced upon all of us by a pandemic and political and social unrest, then what is 2021? A continuation of the same or something different entirely? We see the light at the end of the tunnel, but we’re still very much in the tunnel. Are we in limbo,…