Dispatch № 96: In Small Pieces
That cat looks like it has a mustache
Dispatch № 95: The Distance
It wasn’t about the cat vomiting behind the couch or the flat tire on the way to work, either. It wasn’t about the spilled water, the broken flowerpot, or the burned toast.
Dispatch № 94: The Light
When you realize that a dream, one that once compelled you into focused action, has all but totally withered away over many years of difficulty, you have a decision to make.
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.