The prism is a piece of cut crystal hung in my window. We bought it at the Jersey shore in the late 70s when I was a little boy. I asked my dad for it when I was going off… Read More ›
Diary
Volunteer Day
Yesterday my workgroup spent the day at a local non-profit food bank distributor called Northwest Harvest. We went to one of their packaging facilities in Kent, where we bagged food items for elementary school kids. The kids are part of… Read More ›
An inch from Paris
I have mixed feelings about technology. I say this, recognizing I have an Apple product in every room of our house, and without technology, you wouldn’t be reading this right now. The alternative is me dropping flyers from planes. My… Read More ›
Invocation
I wait for spirit with my laptop but my hands are still. There are too many people here, too many reminders. I get a reading, report, but then think better of it and strike it out. Over and over. I… Read More ›
Wasting my life cleaning
Resolution is too strong a word for it, but I am definitely planning on cleaning less this year. Whereas clutter can bother me to the point of distraction, learning to accept it can yield peace, almost a “comfort in clutter.”… Read More ›
Market
I visited an Asian supermarket yesterday for the first time, and saw things I had never seen before in a store. There was a Tai fruit that looked like something from a science fiction movie; Mike said it stank bad… Read More ›
Last Import
The screen has gone white, and snow is expected to return. The commuters are back, and make sounds like waves against the wall, below. It is just me and the heater, with the tick-tock of a clock, the Christmas tree,… Read More ›
In the absence of magic
…awaits magic. Dawn says when you’re doing what you should be doing, things fall into place and go your way. I notice this when I’m in a groove, writing: strange coincidences or connections emerge. Small things, that make my life… Read More ›
Prism
The neighbor kid is still working on our leaves, two weeks later. The timer on the Christmas tree lights doesn’t work, so they’re on all night or not at all. The hot tub isn’t hot enough and I’m bad about… Read More ›
The Goose is Getting Fat
Anthony roasted a goose last night, and cooked apples in the fat along with Calvados and cinnamon. After taking it out of the oven, we put a bottle of Champagne in the cavity so that the heat of the bird… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 