Tag Archives: the meaning of existence

This time on earth

Posted on January 30, 2019 by pinklightsabre

Where does it go, when the hair recedes—and why does it leave? And will I go like that too, without any notice but more a long, slow fade like snow thawing in a field— And are we just that then, … Continue reading →

Posted in death, poetry | Tagged existentialism, midlife crisis, mortality, nature imagery, nature poetry, poem, poetry, the meaning of existence, the meaning of life, William Pearse writer | 7 Comments

My name is Bill

Posted on September 6, 2018 by pinklightsabre

I tried to step outside of my name, to look at it objectively. It was a plain name, handed down from my dad—and to him, from his father. It was like all the other things that get handed down, the … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, prose | Tagged existentialism, identity, journal writing, Memoir, short form, the meaning of existence, the meaning of life, William Pearse writer | 18 Comments

Existential work theme | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 22, 2017 by pinklightsabre

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 →

Posted in identity, Memoir, writing | Tagged Alan Watts, buddhism, creative nonfiction, death, existentialism, field notes from the pacific coast, identity, mid-life crisis, Starbucks, the meaning of existence, travel, William Pearse writer, work identity, work-life balance | 14 Comments

Hearts wrapped in cloth

Posted on September 16, 2015 by pinklightsabre

It sounds like a joke, two Turks and a Kurd in our German class replaced by two Croatian construction workers and an Afghan refugee, but it’s no joke really when we go around the class and say where we’re from, … Continue reading →

Posted in death | Tagged European culture, existentialism, expats, German culture, homeschooling, humor, insomnia, John Pearse, Memoir, mid-life crisis, parenting, Project management, Tell-Tale Heart, the meaning of existence, travel | 12 Comments

The churchbells on Sunday

Posted on August 23, 2015 by pinklightsabre

I get behind two lesbians in the Italian market, this medieval town in Germany — the market, no bigger than an elevator car, a telephone booth, and I say to the guy behind the counter you can leave the cheese … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry | Tagged cheese, churchbells, expats, humor, Italians, lesbians, poem, poetry, rats, the meaning of existence, time, travel | 9 Comments

They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees

Posted on August 11, 2015 by pinklightsabre

Dawn took the side of the bed my mom once slept in and that left me the side that was John’s. I’d sometimes look in on him sleeping before we flew back home, but wouldn’t wake him, it was easier … Continue reading →

Posted in writing | Tagged 9th & Hennepin, art, Cormac McCarthy, existentialism, heroes, Isaac Brock, Memoir, Modest Mouse, No Country for Old Men, parenting, the meaning of existence, the nature of art, This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about, Tom Waits, writing | 20 Comments

Dots on the hill

Posted on July 24, 2015 by pinklightsabre

Last Friday in the States until sometime next spring. Moon fattens to a claw. Danced the trifecta of drink starting with Tequila out of pint glasses sucked through straws, licking the sides, backcountry animal tongue. Took the morning walk to … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry | Tagged Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell, destiny, fate, Memoir, poem, poetry, prose, sense imagery, spirituality, the meaning of existence, travel, writing process, yoga | 13 Comments