Monthly Archives: April 2008

  One reason I like to shape baby rattles that I have made for thirty years is that I’m very good at it. Also I enjoy watching the wood conform to my desires whereas, many things I  wish  might happen don’t. … Continue reading →

A new habit I’ve acquired — one not very much admired: is guessing ages — watching people walking by: ”Is she or he as old as I?” Well glory be, it’s plain to see that when I walk the streets … Continue reading →

Cloud shadows touch the valleys and the hills and change them for a time. But when the shadows disappear it’s like they never came. The landscape stays the same. So often we are touched by things in life that pass … Continue reading →

It took him long to hear his drummer. ‘Til then he heard the drums of others and thought they were his own. Only when diminished hearing shut down his outside world did he begin to hear the drum within — … Continue reading →

When the rain subsided the landscape glistened. The sun above the western trees glowed red. Then as it set the sky turned pink Its colors slowly faded and then vanished. Sadness suddenly surrounded me and melancholy crept in with the … Continue reading →

When you hear bad news and it’s not YOUR bad news you may become pensive for awhile — you may suspend some laughter. But you will sleep as usual and awaken to begin another day quite possibly forgetting the tragic … Continue reading →

As I walk along I note the woods are filled with song — the birds and their doxologies in close proximity to my steps is almost more than I can hold of joy. And up above the sun begins to … Continue reading →

When Time began — if Time began there was no man to feel or judge its speed — no need for creatures of our evolution’s saga to calculate the distances between the was and is and will be. We came … Continue reading →

I like to see — I like to see the little children — I like to see the little children holding dandelions — I like to see the little children holding dandelions blowing at those fluffy heads with seeds I … Continue reading →

In his latter years when he was in decline he read the New York Times while sitting at a table. When he wasn’t reading he stared out of the window taking in the waters of the Sound. There was a … Continue reading →