It is a crystal clear, blue bird, sun coming over the snowcapped mountains kind of day. I am driving east into the sunrise, not great for the eyes but hopefully my spirit can guide me because it is difficult to see the road. I am heading out to my old[…]
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Talking and listening, that’s a tough one. Ideally, the talker has just the same amount of words as the listener has just the amount room for. Ideally, when it is the listeners turn to speak, they in turn have just the exact number of words to neatly fill the listening shelves[…]
If you are not picking up great excitement from me as you join me in my morning meanderings, there is something seriously wrong. Either there is something wrong with your sensors, or with my transmitter. Either you’re not picking up what I am laying down, or I ain’t layin’ nothin’[…]
When you hear the term real deal, what does it mean to you, what images does it conjure up?
While visiting the Adirondacks with my wife three years ago, I started a basket. Instead of tucking the end of every root inside the basket, as is normal, so as not to have root ends sticking out and catching on things, I did it differently.
Okay folks I need a little help here. Day three of being out here in this beautiful cabin by this beautiful ice and snow covered river watching the beautiful sunrise on the beautiful mountains. Whole lot of beauty going on here this morning Yesterday I promised you two confessions: my[…]
Good morning So many words wanting to jump out of my brain this morning that you are in for a real treat. Or a nightmare, depending on how you look at it. In my brain two factions are at war. On one side is the Random Abstract, there are no[…]
Love those things you hate, it’s good for you. Part 2 The song you are about to read was dictated on my iPhone and scribble down in my songwriting notebook, It was edited while skiing up and down the river, And again now as I dictated it into this magic[…]
Love those things you hate, it’s good for you! Good morning you eager recipients of my morning meanderings. I could’ve given this one many titles. But what’s a title anyway. I could just name every piece I write “rabbit trails.” I guess the title is sort of like this first rabbit[…]
I just sort of suspect that I’m not the first person to think about the many differences in us human beings. Any spectrum you choose, we’re all different. Politically, ideologically, physically, athletically, artistically, we could go on forever, we are all different.