“Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,” says poet Mary Oliver, “the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting. . .” I was 18 when my parents drove me over from the Adirondacks and delivered me and my belongings to college. I remember watching them drive … Continue reading Andes Mint #24: The World Offers Itself to You
You’re the keeper of a tiny house on a hill in the woods in Vermont. The house is one room, 11′ x 19′, with a tiny sleeping loft and a tiny porch. At first there was just land. Over the years –quite a few them at this point– you added electricity, tunneled up in a … Continue reading Andes Mint #22: Off the grid dabblement
There’s a one-room shop in New York City that features dozens of cubbies, like dioramas, of perfect miniature rooms, complete to the last detail. Doll house furnishings unlike any you’ve ever seen before – a rolled-up newspaper, headlines and print readable, measuring half an inch. A wooden tray, the size of your pinky nail, containing … Continue reading In my father's house there are many mansions
And so begins the great lengthening of the light: two minutes today, more tomorrow, and on and on until June 21. You’re sitting right now in darkness lit by a glowing tree. You’re remembering light, and people, past and present, dear to you. Fireflies, little magicians of bioluminescence. You spent so many days, this long … Continue reading Swimming in the dark
“…together, country-western on the radio.” Johnny Cash. Tammy Wynette. Dolly Parton. Loretta Lynn. Lynn Anderson. Hank Williams. Glen Campbell. Johnny Cash. Johnny Cash. Has Johnny Cash been mentioned? Johnny Cash. These are the country-western singers you grew up with, the ones who were on the radio in the station wagon as you and your family … Continue reading Stand before a bookcase, close your eyes, pick a book, open it up, jab your finger down on the page, and use that sentence as your opening
Here’s a beautiful post: I was thinking about you. . . Continue reading "I Was Thinking About You"
. . . and the first suggestion that comes her way is “what love is.” In keeping with the spirit of the thing, she closes her eyes, blindly points the cursor in her photo file, and clicks, in the belief that whatever photo presents itself will have an intrinsic connection to the theme. Take a … Continue reading She commits to writing a blog entry on the first suggestion that comes her way