A Progressing Pilgrim

Just by existing we have to take from the world. There is no way around that. And, sometimes, we recognize that those small or big holes that we make in the world need tending. While we may do our best to tend them, or to try to fill them, the debt could never be fully…

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Cherry Blossoms and the Sweep of Time

Clocks, the old ones, the ones that used to be in the living room of your grandparents or wound up and set upon the mantle or hung over the chalkboard at the front of class or sundialed at the edge of your uncle’s farm shows the literal movement of our understanding of time. These clocks,…

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Bibliographing: A Petition For Belonging

There is a story about Picasso that goes like this… Someone is introduced to Picasso and wishes to buy a drawing. He takes up a pencil, draws out a flower and hands it to the man, who asks the cost.  “$10,000” says Picasso. “But it only took you less than ten minutes to draw it!”…

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Thus Spake Sila: The Sun Rises Once Again In Greenland

In Greenland the sun goes down in about mid October and rose just a few weeks ago. I’ve never been to Greenland but I’ve known a few folks who have spent time there and have a great love for the place. I was leafing through “This Cold Heaven: Seven Seasons in Greenland” by Gretel Erlich…

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On Cilantro and Grief: Forbearance In The Presence Of The Bruise

Cilantro has a fascinating ancient pedigree. The seed. The leaf. The root. It is all edible and some people love it. Obviously some people are neutral about coriander/cilantro. And some people are deeply disturbed by the flavor of it. Julia Child is one – she said that when it came near her she wanted to…

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No Hats: The Prayer Of The Virgin Condor

This is a very broad generalization about sports but I’ll say it anyway. Sports where there are hats involved are more explicitly about control of your opponent than the free flow of play. This is not to say that there aren’t amazing and improbable and improvisational and miraculous things that happen in football or baseball…

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The Pure Chestnut: The Grammar of the Gone

This isn’t a story about the American Chestnut. In the world over but very broadly in the Northern hemisphere there is a persistent mythical understanding of a World Tree. An Axis Mundi. A Tree of Life. The Spine of The Great Mother. The Source of All Wands. This tree might be holding up the heavens,…

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