The world does not proceed according to our plans. The world is an old dog, following us around the kitchen with its eyes. The world understands us. We understand nothing, control less. Today is the first day of spring. Every green thing has grown greener as the dark pines send out new growth. Every brown … Continue reading Equinox

River Light

I was twenty-two years old the first time I saw the Mississippi River, twenty-six the second time, twenty-nine the third, forty-eight the fourth. On this trip, I am fifty-five. And every time I see the Mississippi River, I see it for the first time. I acknowledge Heraclitus. I acknowledge the relentless influence of time—of the … Continue reading River Light