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On standing watch in the storm
Winter’s coming. There, I’ve said it, what everyone knows and few want to acknowledge. Its prelude is October’s riot of color, followed by November’s revealing austerity exposing the contours of the earth that are hidden beneath summer’s rich foliage. Then winter. Winter comes to everyone at one time or another, not the season on the Continue reading
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The ruckus of the birds
It’s the season for sleeping with open windows – even as the dog days begin – and waking to the sound not of an alarm clock but of birdsong. When I carried the burden of more outer commitments, I’d turn to the television for an early news and weather report. Had another act of terrorism Continue reading
The Sauntering Pilgrim 