The wind wrestles rain from the leaves Dropping them audibly, distinctly, on my skin, hair, glasses, toes. No one can identify the onset of wind.
Archive for the ‘Natural World’ Category
Continental Drift
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Existential, Isolation/Belonging, Relationships, Religion, Space/Universe on August 15, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
Natural Habitats
Posted in Books, Cats, Fantasies, Fear, Lions, Love, Lust, Midlife, Natural World, Romance, Savannah, Sexuality on August 7, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
I. Lying in wait. On the savannah, on the plain, in desert sands and next to humid river beds, the predator lies in wait. Something has given off its scent, awakened its hunger. Fully awake now, the lion follows the scent, alerted to the herd’s presence. He watches, determines which of the […]
Skimming Stones
Posted in Beaches/Tides, Fathers, Masculinity, Parenting, Relationships, Sons on June 25, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
“What are your thoughts?” asked the husband to the wife. “Hmmmmmm,” murmured the wife, stalling for time.
Dances with Worms
Posted in Animals, Children, Fear, Film, Rain, Youth on April 18, 2014 | 2 Comments »
The post-rainfall Wisconsin worms were fat, long, everywhere. It took forever to walk to school those days, as I methodically calculated each footstep. To avoid squishing them, releasing even more of the pungent earthy smell I hated. To avoid accidentally cutting one in two, creating two separate worms that would live where there once was […]
A Pale Substitute
Posted in Emotions/Inner World, Roses, Wisdom on March 21, 2014 | 1 Comment »
The sparser the innate joy that springs from being alive, the more fervently we seek joy’s pale substitute, pleasure. -Gabor Maté (2008), In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts The dozen roses on the coffee table are the faintest coral, their petals sheer and delicate, more thin, flimsy parchment than flower. The colors fade toward the […]