Category Archives: Wandering Thoughts

Onward, downward, backward and inward it goes. Onward with the sorting and culling and classifying. So far I have seven fairly good-sized boxes ready to export – three of books, a fourth for the thrift store, two more of paper … Continue reading →

(Just for fun. I found this while sorting through old boxes of writing in the process of “Getting Light.”) I was out on the corner at the aluminum mailbox cube. It’s 12 cubits square on each of its six sides.  … Continue reading →

The archaeology continues. I’ve descended into ever-older layers, finding scraps of writing and mementoes marking people, places, things, thoughts, and feelings I have met, and reflections I made upon those encounters, many on bits of faded and torn paper. Among … Continue reading →

In this process of getting light I have been sorting out old boxes and finding things I haven’t seen in many, many years. Recently I found this note, and the memories and feelings it brought forth are indescribable. It marks … Continue reading →

I’m getting deeper into the stuff that has come with us to where we are now. It’s like an archaeological dig through my life. In the course of this process I’ve found shards, dust, and a store of pictographs and … Continue reading →

In the wake of a trip involving the relocation of elderly family members who lived in the same house for 57 years and the realization of how much … stuff… adheres to us as we live our lives, I’ve decided … Continue reading →

In observance of the current election cycle I have taken some time to go back through my archives here, to review what I have felt and expressed in the past about politics. Thought I’d share them here, for what they are … Continue reading →

 When I woke up this morning, you were on my mind. It’s been a long time. I left there long ago, I had to ramble and walk away my blues and move on, through old and new troubles and worries … Continue reading →

Molly Ivins coined the nickname “Shrub” for George W. Bush. She championed freedom, and her strong stands typically supported democratic principles, the underdog, the disenfranchised, the overlooked and the neglected. She despised greed, stupidity, selfishness and ignorance. She spoke often … Continue reading →

On the front porch with coffee this morning, a cloud of birds flying through my mind. The life and death of Robin Williams occupies my thoughts. Inchoate, without sequence or arrangement, reflections – true reflections, wisps in the mirror of … Continue reading →