Sylvia Shawcross It is cold again at night and the raccoons that reach their little hands up to the bowl of food are not there under the porch light again. When it was warmer they stirred in sleepy hunger to feed but now they are in their dark dens. With the recent snow now draped …
Edward Curtin Despite calendars and clocks and all the mental gymnastics we use to control life and time, surprises are at the heart of existence. This may seem like a truism, but if so, it is one of those truths we often avoid in our desire for stability and the quelling of anxiety. Our expectations, …
Todd Hayen Here’s another weird thing I think is going on. Like most things I observe, you have probably observed this too, and probably way before I first thought about it. This is kind of a no-brainer because in some ways it has been really obvious. But after a while, I started thinking it was …
Todd Hayen I really need everyone’s input on this one because it does scare me if it is true. And I am curious if my own anecdotal experience with this carries any weight. I see a lot of people in my practice, and a lot of them are young. I must say most of these …
Sylvia Shawcross The Canada geese are honking now in great swathes in the sky riding currents to where the water will not freeze over and there are bits of greenery to feed on. They are the harbinger of a winter coming and the sound of their farewells cause us all to huddle closer to the …
Edward Curtin “Method, Method, what do you want from me? You know that I have eaten of the fruit of the unconscious.” Jules Laforgue, Moralités légendaires The other day my wife attended an event at a well-appointed home in town where men in dark suits stood around to provide a sense of security that no harm would …
Edward Curtin “A treasure stumbled upon, suddenly; not gradually accumulated, by adding one to one. The accumulation of learning, ‘adding to the sum-total of human knowledge’; lay that burden down, that baggage, that impediment. Take nothing for your journey; travel light.” Norman O. Brown, Love’s Body These are “heavy” times, colloquially speaking. Forebodings everywhere. Everything broken. …
Todd Hayen The rape of the natural world is the phallic-like invasion of scientism. With its intent to rip out nature’s secrets and mysteries through the masculine assault of force, disguised as curiosity and the quest for knowledge. What real good has it done for us? What good beyond making things easier, faster, less meaningful? …
Todd Hayen I remember a time when people were left to their own devices when determining what to pay attention to and what to ignore. Remember “Bat Boy?” A strange Weekly World News (sister tabloid to the National Enquirer) creation set to terrorize and dismay. Did anyone really believe this? I doubt if many did. …
Sylvia Shawcross It is the first time the crows did not come in the morning. Under the red sun and yellow skies. In the forty years I have been here it was the first morning I did not hear their loud impatience. The air did not smell of the smoke of the northern wildfires but …
