Essays

The Rumination part, living, seeing, being

Steinbeck and our Marriage

“Cannery Row” by John Steinbeck. I’m more than halfway through it. Just met the part where the guys plans to give him a party went tragically awry.   This is a strange experience. I have seen the movie, like it very much, would look at it again. Reading the book is not at all what […]

The Letters

IT STARTED: It was early 1978. In a few short weeks everything fell apart. Someone I thought I was building a home with wanted “freedom.” To satisfy that we moved 2,000 miles. She took the kids and began the legal process that would ultimately take everything apart. I had only despair. My livelihood was gone. […]

Redtails and Rattlesnakes

Redtails and Rattlesnakes

  It’s winter now. The ground is colder. The ground dwelling creatures have to find a hole and curl up, waiting for warmer soil. Beneath the soil they are safe. And we are safe in their world. I am keenly aware that the hills behind my house are home to rattlesnakes. I have boots. I […]

Of Making Many Books

IT STARTED: It was early 1978. In a few short weeks everything fell apart. Someone I thought I was building a home with wanted “freedom.” To satisfy that we moved 2,000 miles. She took the kids and began the legal process that would ultimately take everything apart. I had only despair. My livelihood was gone. […]

Ordination: My experience, reflections

I’ve been reading Barbara Brown Taylor. She writes an intensely personal reflection on her transition to private life. Read on. “And although I never found a church where I felt completely at home again, I made a new home in the world. I renewed my membership in the priesthood of all believers, who may not […]

The Steinway: Fur Elise

I woke this morning to the dulcet tones of “Fur Elise.” If you also got very far in those childhood piano lessons you also might have made it to Beethoven’s “Fur Elise.” I found her in the soft easy chair, watching the sun rise taking coffee from her new Mr. Rogers mug. “I’m centering myself” […]

An Old Man’s Rumination

I want to walk in the Redwoods. One more time. Down that trail, behind the locked gate to the valley little known and little visted with those stout tall trees. The valley the rangers told us about. So green, so alive. I want to see again the rocky southern coast of Oregon, the creatures that […]

Trails

Trails

I early learned in Cascade glaciers and snowy mountains to use the “Rest Step”. Climbing included a slight pause with each step. One always needs to have enough oxygen. But also the grip, how a foot is planted, the body steadied. Then ready for the next.   These sunbaked lower mountains and hills that surround […]

Gulden Spicy Brown Mustard

I was the chicken whisperer in our house. My job? To routinely go into the coop and gather eggs. I wasn’t very big when I started this role and full grown hens are rather proective of their nests, and their eggs. I learned to pull my hand inside my sleeves to cushion the attacks and […]