-
Thoughts on an Overheard Conversation
We were sitting in a cafe in Boston the other morning, enjoying the sunshine that flooded through the window by our table. Outside, two suavely dressed older men, apparently long time friends, chatted intently over coffee. At the table next two us, two twenty-somethings spoke energetically about their world of high finance, and the importance…
-
Tanya Tagaq Sings the Arctic
Last night we went to a concert by Tanya Tagaq, the Inuit throat singer, at the Flynn Center’s black box theatre. I had been looking forward to this event all season. Tanya is an eloquent, vastly talented woman, who travels with a band composed of a drummer, violinist, and sound artist/engineer. Their music is largely…
-
Up…. Wildflowers!!….Down
Outside our office window our neighbors’ red bud is about to bloom, a clear reference to the woodlands of more southerly Appalachia. The tree is struggling, perhaps with our climate, and may not make it through another year. After days of cloud and chill, yesterday the sun came out. This morning is bright and warmish,…
-
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…
You must be logged in to post a comment.