Tag Archives: buddhism

Existential work theme | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 22, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with … Continue reading →

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The imagined superhero complex | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 13, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (now about 50% complete!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on … Continue reading →

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Dead reckoning | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 12, 2017 by

I tried to slow down, to enjoy the last of my time from Mosquito Creek to Oil City. But the tide was at its lowest, which made the rock scramble theoretically easier, with more beach to go around the big … Continue reading →

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A new path to the waterfall (for Brad)

Posted on June 11, 2017 by

Hi! If you’ve been reading my blog the past couple weeks you’ll know I’m working on completing v.3 of my memoir, through a 40-day exercise…I’m breaking from the logic with this post, that steps out of the time sequence to … Continue reading →

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“In the midst of life we are in debt, et cetera”

Posted on May 18, 2017 by

Wednesday, that day time slows every week, with Lily on a late-start for school, the possibility we could all sleep in until 7:30 but never do, a day I work from home with Charlotte on early release, meaning she gets … Continue reading →

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First there is a mountain then there is no mountain, then there is

Posted on May 1, 2017 by

There was the outfit I’d worn the day before and probably the day before that, in a pile on the floor by the bed. I sat up and got into it like I was going in reverse, stood up, slapped … Continue reading →

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Rebirth of a shirt

Posted on January 27, 2016 by

When the undershirt’s worn out, it’s conformed to its owner and lost all likeness of itself then may it be put in the can and forgotten, to know it’s run its course and can return. Let me not grow nostalgic … Continue reading →

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