Category: Stories
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The Ease of Summer Light
High summer lies draped across the landscape. Renaissance music plays softly on early Sunday morning radio. Earlier, although most species have raised their young and stopped defending their territories, birdsong filled the air. Sunlight, at a midsummer slant, highlights light and shadow, catching a neighbor at her early morning tasks. This morning echoes Matisse, Avery,…
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A Complex Day in Monteal
Yesterday, we went to Montreal, a marvelous, if notoriously inaccessible, city for the day. We had planned to be in a workshop focused on using puppetry for working with businesses. Montreal is about two hours from here, so we were up early, aiming to leave by 6 o’clock. We finally made it out of the…
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A Karmic Debt
“It’s raining pretty good.” I’m standing on the front porch with a relative, almost any relative including my dad; the rain, a soft female rain, or a fierce male rain, falls before us, drumming on the porch roof. We are quiet, listening to the sounds of rain, and of the fields and garden reaching for…
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The Nature of Story
This morning the birds at our feeder are quiet. Perhaps this reflects the return of chilly weather; yet it stands in contrast to the din that greeted us each morning earlier this week, when the temperature was above seasonal norms. We love bird song, and have been saddened by the steady decline in songbirds, and…
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