Eaglemorn

Yesterday, Sunday — at the soft breaking of greydawn, merging out over the bay, the waters shuffling the mottled stormlight, there was a great wind (coming southwest), blistering over the grasses, stones and trees below, on Decatur Island, where I live —...

The Gesture

Greetings! This is a personal exploratory of the meaning of the gesture. It speaks to my own work, in experimenting with creative communication; yet as well, it explores my professional interests. We all know that listening, with intention, involves the observation of...