This month, I've been ruminating on patience (my own, or lack thereof, and others').
I traffic in words, and yet words sometimes seem wholly inadequate to convey an experience. Yet I owe it to myself to try. I recently returned from my third journey to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I made the trek in 2008 and again in 2012. This time was different. This time, no mules carried my supplies. Instead, I carried a backpack containing 28 pounds of everything I would need for four days and three nights. This time, no Phantom Ranch cabin awaited at the bottom. This time, I journeyed into a more remote part of the Canyon. This time, I had a guide.
Ah, possibility. Which spoke to choose? Words + art Almost all of us, whether involved in a creative endeavor or not, find concentration elusive these days. Even those blessed with circumstances that allow us to weather the pandemic in relative ease are not immune from the world’s collective grief. And that is a hard place... Continue Reading →
Photo above: Stonehenge at dawn on winter solstice (photograph by Mike Peel via WikiMedia Commons) BOOK GIVEAWAY INFO BELOW Desire for soup Recently I've been feeling sluggish and unfocused. My greatest desires seem to be curling up under a warm blanket and cooking a hearty soup. Everything else seems like too much trouble. Then, a... Continue Reading →
I've had quite a few stories published in online and print literary journals in the last five years. And quite a few not published. I recently received a rejection from a publication that provides brief feedback in return for a small contribution when you submit. As I read the comments, it became apparent that the... Continue Reading →