The awareness of how different it is here than in my neighborhood in the suburbs.
William Pearse writer
This life is a book I don’t want to finish
It’s a game where there is no winning, only the joy in the odd and unexplained.
5th and Hamilton
Maybe the art was in the refashioning of otherwise useless things.
At first, and then
That was the first time I realized that just because you put something in print doesn’t make it any better than it was from the start.
The strength of strings
I started to learn that to write is to live, and you can’t do much of the former without the latter.
Quiet choir for midwinter mornings
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
Gig work and trapeze artists
It can be scary for a contractor without the promise of work lined up after you end a gig, like a trapeze artist letting go of one swing and reaching out for the next.
Song for early morning meditation
Early morning walks from the cottage in January as the light is coming on earlier day by day.
Any day a holiday
Knowing we had it good then but not realizing how much.
Impromptu streams
Who gets a day with nothing to do? What time is this?
Bill Pearse 