When I heard the news Joe Cocker died, I thought, too soon. Already? He was just 70. …
stacking wood
The week before Christmas my three months of 7/7 were reaching their pinnacle in a paroxysm of effort. And I’d thought that week would be a wind-down….
solstice
Well that was a long lag time from the last post….maybe I’ll write about the intervening high-density 23 days next post. For the moment just glad not to be speaking French for a bit, eh oui….
thanks and giving
Thanksgiving seems to have evolved to become yet another venue of competition rather than a moment to give thanks. I wonder if it is a cultural thing– we are not just overweight, we are obese, and have reality television shows to help us shed hundreds of pounds. We don’t do yoga as the yogis intended, we do it as hot, among other things, and we compete with our neighbors in frequency, poses and attire….
stillness
How to make space for stillness in a world that values ever faster movement?…
bleu
The past year or so I have been thinking a lot of the Kieslowski film Bleu. It is a beautiful piece of work, the first of his trilogy based on the colors, bleu, blanc, rouge, and ideals, liberté, egalité, fraternité, of the French flag. …
aye yi yi
It rains, then it pours, then it monsoons, then….that’s it. That’s where I’m at….
autumn graces
Sliding in to this season of bittersweet. Too many dates, too many anniversaries seem to tip the scale. No longer my season, I share it with– sorry, seasonal pun– a lot of ghosts….
back to class
Back in the classroom. After a sabbatical of more than a decade I am teaching French for the fall term, and at the high school level….
blackberries, found and remembered
Success in the search for blackberries…the great Greig Farm in Upper Red Hook has rows and rows. I happened to be passing on my way to get Concord grapes at Montgomery Place, over by the river (Hudson, that is, the big one). I’d just about given up on finding blackberries–…
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