April 17, 2014 § 1 Comment
He was painting the dining room. I was a little surprised. When I left he said he was just going to paint the pantry so that had been fine with me. Now there were drop cloths everywhere.
“Well, yes, I did, as a matter of fact.” I said. “In Death Valley, between Mormon Point and Split Cinder Cone.” « Read the rest of this entry »
April 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
I couldn’t see the lizard and then I could. I will never forget the moment. It thrills and haunts me. It wasn’t that I found it by scanning or that I was looking in the wrong place and got redirected. I was looking right at the lizard and I couldn’t see it and then I could. “The scales fell from my eyes,” is the Biblical language and I don’t mind using that language here because the moment did feel mystical. It felt like a gift had been given to me, one that I had longed for without knowing it.
April 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
The flight comes in as the sun is going down, catching peaks in gold and highlighting the ring of mineral deposits that finish the shoreline like a ruffled bedskirt. We land and come into a concourse with its early-warning array of slot machines. Then down an escalator facing an enormous picture of Bobby Flay and into the baggage claim area where there are more carousels than I have ever seen in any airport and everything is pounding music and flashing advertisements for shows and spouting cascades of lights and rings and clatters and I think, Come on, Las Vegas. You are being a parody of yourself! « Read the rest of this entry »
March 16, 2014 § 3 Comments
“I took a break,” I said, by way of conversation.
Coyote was wearing his wire-rimmed glasses, which he always does when he is concentrating.
“I noticed,” Coyote replied, not looking up. “No judgment.”
“I had Stuff going on,” I said. I guess I was trying to get his attention.
“We all do,” Coyote shrugged. He reached into a drawer for a file folder.
January 27, 2014 § 2 Comments
It had nothing to do with Apollo. He did not give me the gift of prophecy because he fell in love with me. I wanted to understand, that was all, and I learned to say aloud what should have been plain to anyone. He didn’t make it so no one would believe me because I spurned his advances. People reject what they don’t want to hear and fault the teller. They are blind and blame the gods.
December 13, 2013 § 2 Comments
It is deep and dark December in the northeastern United States. Snow has fallen for days. Nothing outside my window resembles this photograph and yet I keep coming back to it as a focus for Advent meditation. « Read the rest of this entry »
November 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
It’s not true, what they say. They blame The Minotaur but I looked elsewhere, even long after I had left my city with the man who then abandoned me, sailing his careless way, forgetting (or so they would say) to signal his success, flying the black sail instead. His father, believing his beloved son dead, threw himself from the city walls. What was it about him that made people love him so, when all he wanted was to fill his endless hunger for daring and adventure? « Read the rest of this entry »