I was walking through my living room one day about eight years ago and I suddenly noticed that my mind was still. That was all. I noticed. This was not a small thing: my mind had never been quiet before. Continue reading
introspection
AFTER THE DOWNS
And then there are the days after “the downs”. Things begin to look different. Not right away, but little by little. A first bird shows up at the feeder that has hung unattended out of the third story window. Eyes once more delight in the sudden rays of sun that shoot through clusters of grey clouds. Continue reading
Writing a life 