Community + belonging: online vs.offline

// Good morning. Here are a few glimpses of my favorite (new) place to get coffee. Bikes + bright, bold lattes and big reclaimed wood tables. A place to collide, connect + get work done… which has me wondering about a topic we’ve been discussing in class lately: what is the value of online communities [...]

certain things keep on in their own fashion without us

I don’t know how to reclaim any kind of balance now and so this is what I do instead: I list the day, one thing after the next. The white herons, a pair, that fly overhead as I drive on a flood closed road, water licking at the front door of a white house the [...]

The Unnamed

I keep thinking of the people, unnamed who wake up in the morning, leave their houses and return to the Fukushima plant wearing frail protective gear and thicker prayers to protect their bodies soaking up more radiation than is reasonable, sustainable, possible. Do they say goodbye in the morning? Do they kiss the kids and [...]

A kind of prayer

Today I want to remember the way the orchids turn to the light; how heat waves rise from woodstove; and how cat’s purring vibrates up through my thin ankle bones where she has curled against my foot, the rhythmic whirring of her content traveling up my shin bones into the soft muscle of my calf. [...]

At the window:: a morning poem

I am at the window eating oranges sent from a friend of my mother-in-law’s from Florida: the only place now in our country without some fringe of snow, and they are sweet fire. I suck the juice off my fingers, sticky and grateful as fat white snowflakes fall again toward the earth beyond the glass. [...]