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Dispatch № 93: Show-Runner
You can’t control nature any more than you can teach a cat to tap dance.
Dispatch № 92: Sitting on a Mid-River Stone
To simply exist and observe, to notice the small things happening around you, to be aware of your body as an element of the landscape.
Dispatch № 91: Stars and Waters
We’ve been looking up with interest since long before we were human, and when we look up at the night sky now, it may stir within us something ancient and deep…
Dispatch № 90: Sharp Enough
Attention to detail counts for a lot, as does consistency, and both become supercharged by regular and deliberate practice.
Dispatch № 89: Not Giving Up
If it weren’t for the fact that I like the people I work with and I like the kids I teach, I’d have run for the hills a while ago.
Dispatch № 88: Oh, an Earthquake
I had no fear during that earthquake, and frankly never have in any that I’ve experienced. Which some people have told me is strange.
Dispatch № 87: A New Bath to Call Home
When we departed and walked home, I already knew I wanted to go back, soon and often.
Dispatch № 86: Falling Into Patterns
If I am still contentedly cooking her breakfast forty years from now, I’ll consider that a great personal success in a life well lived.
Dispatch № 85: Absent
A thick black line drawn through her name, as she would not be attending.
Dispatch № 84: Conditioning
Almost nobody gives them permission, let alone a push, to question authority or to push against the structures to which they find themselves subject but from which they rarely benefit.
Dispatch № 83: Bulging
The bag of plastic recycling comically large and overstuffed to bursting, like a farcical suitcase.
Dispatch № 82: Hidden Away
Plants are good at that, at keeping secrets subterranean and contained.