I wish to always see you cascading down that mulch pile – legs, akimbo, hair flying. In that moment, all there is – will be – your smile, eyes full, a shadow stretching as you accelerate and fill my vision. Your laughter so young, wrapped in soft armor, shielded from everything I fear, from the fierce hold you have in my heart as you, always, run closer.
At the brightest slip of dawn we cross the dunes, discovering a solitary man fishing, and seabirds, and a small child scooping sand, and broken shells. “The tide is going to wash her away,” you say, wistful as we pass. Then, correcting – “Her castle, I mean.” On our return, the man still, and wet lines on a shrinking beach. a diminished mound of sand greets us –…
I am only now aware again – the end is both that and the beginning. A tired turn on a rain-swept beach, barely remembered footprints mapping a reluctant return, become the start just this side of monotonous – a soft repetition – until the path is suddenly swept new by the surf and attention again is required. Morning light lifts behind a curtain of cloud. A distant dog herds a…
I’ve blocked off Sunday, May 25, for a walk. One full day. One city. No meetings, no emails, no kids, no dog. Just me, a pair of worn shoes, and a wander – as the Brits say – through decades of emotions, experiences, people, places. It’s inspired by Colin O’Brady’s 12-Hour Walk – which offers up a solitary, tech-free endurance practice meant to reset your mind and reconnect you to your deeper…
This will only be of extreme interest to five people in my immediate world, but I am so happy this morning listening to the completely remixed 7 Seconds album, “New Wind.” Released this week as “ Change In My Head by Trust Records,” the 1985 classic hardcore album was remixed by Ian MacKaye and Don Zientara. This may have been the seminal album of my young, punk rock self.…