Today, February 23, is the anniversary of the death of poet John Keats. I noticed the date of his death recently and realized it was the same date that my 40-day committment/experiment of blog writing was ending; the day I would be deciding whether and why to continue investing time and
I started writing this blog on January 15, a New Moon, eclipse day, as an exercise to get my writing juices flowing and to connect with the world outside of my hermit’s cave. I committed to writing every day for 40 days. Tomorrow is the 40th day. This causes all
Have you ever heard of a “haint”? I had never heard the word in my life and nobody at the party I was at last night could believe it. I need an Appalachian dictionary badly I guess. Haints are ghosts. A hill talk twist on “haunt”. I think I have haints around here, and I
I moved to the mountains of Western North Carolina desiring an opportunity to finally discover what it is like to live in the wilderness. Ever since reading Henry David Thoreau in college it has been an idea in the back of my mind. Whenever I visited someone who lived far away from
I’m writing in the heat of an emotional moment. I just watched Tiger Woods give a statement that he obviously worked very hard on. I wondered how this guy was ever going to walk around in public again. Who of us could have that kind of courage if our darkest
Today I have been tempted to feel those lost and lonely feelings that the uncertainties of life can stir up. What am I doing? Where is this going? How will it work? Why haven’t I been able to… yadda, yadda, yadda. Intriguingly today, as if there were a tail attached to the thought itself, another little
About a month ago I wrote about the strange incidence of sleeping for 30 hours straight. I had had a sleepless night and didn’t get to sleep until after sunrise. I had no appointments that day or the next, remarkably, but had I, I don’t know what I could have
I just ran into these words by Dag Hammarsjkold:
“I don’t know who – or what – put the question. I don’t know when it was put. I don’t even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer Yes to someone – or something – and from that hour I
A prospective student who is looking at Pacifica Graduate Institute Programs, trying to decide which one might serve his needs best, reached out to a couple of us alums recently to ask some questions. I gave my thoughts on what programs might serve which needs, but then told him that my
It is Valentines’ day and I feel moved to give a special tribute to the original love in my life, my first love, my Mother, Kathryn Whitlow. I am one of the lucky ones in the world who had two parents completely devoted to their children. My mother was a 1950’s stay-at-home