I don’t know why I have a small excitement for shopping at thrifts stores. Maybe it’s the long shot of finding that lovely old thing that has somehow survived until now and isn’t too broken or worn for me to enjoy at some ridiculous price. As this sabbatical began I found a small stuffed Bugs Bunny positioned […]
Category: Writing
Sabbatical Journal: February 2008
I’ve begun to paint the interior of our house. In so many ways this is a 3 dimensional metaphor of the sabbatical itself. When I think of how wonderful it will be as it’s accomplished, I’m delighted. But when I think of moving, cleaning, repairing, organizing, sorting, learning how to fix, etc- it’s almost too much to begin. Organizing […]
Sabbatical Journal: January 2008
So, what would be a good beginning to a sabbatical, a sabbatical for rest and to change highly productive and very unhealthy habits of over-work? Travel. So, best to marry someone from a warmer place and go home for the holidays and someone in the midst of his second masters (tuition-free) who has to bunch his vacation […]
Notes: November 7, 2007
On Netflix we recently very much enjoyed- Queens – Spanish film about several gay couples getting married in Spain and their crazy families. Legacy – photos of Native Americans from 1890-1920, music background, no narration, quite lovely in a sad sweet way to see what life was like Overheard at the Putney Post Office today- […]
Notes: October 2007
Through the open window the sounds of life come in all night long. There’s a freight train about 1 AM that can only be heard by keeping still and both ears unblocked by pillow and blankets. There’s a parliament of owls who appear at times during the day and are quite large. The summer […]
Notes: August 2007
Here’s my mother’s tomato sauce recipe below for you gardeners with some extras on the vine. Hope this finds all very well and life good. Carmela’s Spaghetti Sauce-Peel, seed, and chop 10 large tomatoes-Cover the bottom of a stock pot with olive oil and bring to a simmer.-Peel and finely slice 3 large garlic cloves […]
Notes: July 2007
Wading down the slope from our little home, the weeds and shrubs thriving in summer heat, the small paths made by deer and others, I come to the grove of 30 High Bush Blueberry plants all now taller than me. High Bush Blueberries were commercially bred here in Putney 30 years ago at the nursery […]
Notes: June 2007
Coming in from the QUIT conference which was wonderful which was soured a bit with 2 hard days of driving with too much traffic and heavy rains, very dangerous in spots, I come back into the dark bedroom of the 80 year old man slowly giving over his body to illness and getting ready to […]
Notes: May 2007
Turned 55 today- (somebody say, “Babyface!”). All yesterday sat around with cousins I grew up with listening and telling old family stories, much laughing. Today finishing up sending out 23rd Beethoven Letter and spent some time in quiet stillness and gratitude at the bedside of an old friend slowly dieing as he slept a deep […]
A Call to Spiritual Discipline
I was 16 years old when I attended meeting for worship for the first time. Also present were a woman marathon runner, several professors, an ancient colonel from World War I, and a man who spoke Navajo and his poet wife. Not all were vegetarians or tax resisters. Not all the men had been conscientious […]