by | Jan 20, 2006 | Diary

I’ve left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I’m gone.

Wanderer | found

by | Jan 15, 2006 | Diary

I’ve got this grouping of stones that I’ve arranged near my house, and the point of them is to remind me of different things. It’s a gathering place. A contemplative apex. One, my brother Matt, who passed at the beginning of this millennium. Two, in...

M O (U) R N I N G

by | Jan 14, 2006 | Diary

This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not – more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. And that she was hungry. And looking. At...

The Lonely Window

by | Jan 12, 2006 | Diary

the lonely window… the last one lit; therein, the enthusiasm of the committed? sometimes I feel like this is me — wherever I am. but I will leave this meditation, this notion of the committed to merely focused. as it was, I shot this from my office, in NYC...