When I look out my windows, I can see a mountain range. These peaks rise majestically out of the Pacific Ocean. They have been called by many names. The Duwamish people called them Sun-a-do. The Klallam, who lived 10,000 years ago where my town is now, gave them a name meaning “thunderbird”.
I’ve never lived in sight of mountains before. I’m trying to open myself to whatever kind of powers they hold. Continue reading
Because her mother has moved to the area, that baby (my Brother’s Granddaughter) from a previous post (here/) visited my home last weekend. She’s nine months old already, and she says “BAP-fff!” with specific emphasis.
The legends about the members of my tribe have something in common. If you look at the life stories of those in my extended family as if they were plays, there’s a similar arc of development. We all have chaotic first acts. Continue reading
The Red Roofs by Camille Pissaro (1877)
Many published posts about LOVE around Valentine’s Day. Love is always important. It’s also possible to have too much to handle. Continue reading
The long-simmering kettle of universal spirit reduces varied traditions down to their elements. This produces a stock for the making of future soups. I just sang in the choir (and was a shepherd) in an Epiphany pageant marking the end of the twelve days of Christmas, the triumph of wisdom over ignorant forces, and the passing of the life force from the old year into the new.
It’s called the Boar’s Head and Yule Log Festival. Like Christmas, it has come to us from many different times and places. The origins are pagan, Roman, Viking, Christian and Medieval, all at once. Continue reading
As of next week I will have been blogging for a year. Since this time last year I’ve moved to a new home thousands of miles from the previous one, begun a new profession, and published over 100 thousand words in this space, but that’s not all. I’ve also become a WHOVIAN, a fan of the British (BBC Wales) TV show “Doctor Who”. Continue reading
13,000 Santas in Londonderry – @Arthur Allison
Over time, the best and worst in people becomes concentrated and specified. The dual nature of Christmas is a superb example. Continue reading
The warehouse of unopened boxes in Citizen Kane (1941).
I’ve been thinking about a kind of imprisonment many of us struggle against – the cage of material possessions. Continue reading
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Even though the missus and I do not currently hold job titles that indicate we will be paid for creativity, we remain artists. We are used to using our intelligence to take everything we go through and everything we own and trying to turn it into some form of creative expression. Continue reading
We’ve been spending the past few weeks trying hard to get rid of things. We have too many things we don’t need and haven’t used. Continue reading
When my wife and I went through our decade-long decision process about where to live in retirement, we tried to examine large factors influencing quality of life. One of those factors was travel from where our house was to where we need to go most often. Continue reading
I’m performing without a net. My wife’s pension documents are still screwed up. I’m working quick turnarounds, a brutal test of stamina. Continue reading
There is one restaurant within walking distance of the Motel 2 ½ where we are living. It’s swimming in bad art. Continue reading
Here’s where we are living while Mrs. Invisible and I continue to slog through the required paperwork and await the closing of escrow on Casa DeLuxe. She worked for a TV network for 30 years. They certainly made a big deal out of it if ever she was late turning in a story for broadcast. Now that obtaining a home and mortgage depends upon processing her pension in a timely fashion, they can’t be bothered to do it properly. Continue reading
Some humans like competition. I’m a mutant. I have no sports gene whatsoever. If I’m forced into a competitive situation and I win, I feel bad Continue reading