Gather - Its branches pulling me toward long tables of friends, toward a sky of stories, toward tandem states of wonder.


Wherever you are today, can you stay just a little longer? Hear Jackson Brown’s anthem, or hear a Biblical command.


It is that turning time. The cicadas tell of it. The sunflowers, losing some of their mighty stature, mumble the inevitable.


The socks await each other. The lone earring, returned from France without its partner, Sits in the bowl by my bed without purpose.

rooted / uprooted

Two friends’ jointly written blog post came through the transom last night announcing they were hitting the road – selling their house – and beginning a period of wandering.