Travel | Exploration | Personal Growth | Poetry | Reading | Writing

To Feel, and Dream, and Go

“Books and books and books—some five hundred volumes in all. Books of the sea and books of the land, some of them streaked with salt, collected with love and care over more than twenty-five years.Melville, Conrad, London, Stevenson; Gauguin and Loti and Rupert Brooke; Lubbock, Masefield, De Hartog—Slocum and Rockwell Kent; Trelawny and Cook and…

Poetry | Seasons

A Moment With Snow

Aren’t there momentsthat are better than knowing something,and sweeter? Snow was falling,so much like starsfilling the dark treesthat one could easily imagineits reason for being was nothing morethan prettiness. — Mary Oliver, Snowy Night I know I have some readers in other parts of the world where snow is a distant memory or an impossibility….

Music | Culture | Philosophy | Poetry | Stoicism | Writing

Writing to Schubert

How many hoursdo I sit hereaching to do what I do not dowhen, suddenly,he throws a single note higher than the othersso that I feelthe green field of hope, and then, descending,all this world’s sorrow,so deadly, so beautiful.– Mary Oliver, Schubert Today is the anniversary of the death of Franz Schubert, who passed away at…

Poetry | Learning | Stargazing

Moments and Answers

Aren’t there moments that are better than knowing something, and sweeter? At 4:30 in the morning, I realized I was unable to sleep any longer as I became increasingly aware of the fan tap-tap-tapping me to alertness. This wake-up hour is becoming a disturbing trend, and I fought it as long as I felt reasonable…