Rain and Echoes

“So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.” ― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain Some days we just want to be...
Christmas Eve Echoes

Christmas Eve Echoes

“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration...
Echo

Echo

“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.” ― Richard Wright, Black Boy Melinda and I...
Recovering More Than Just My Body

Recovering More Than Just My Body

“She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes…” ― George Gordon Byron I knew that it would take time to recover from the White Rim. But I didn’t...
Ice Castles

Ice Castles

I’m on some pretty hard post-surgery pain killers as I compose this entry, so be forgiving of errors and such. I shant write long. One-handed typing takes twice as long anyway.  They moved my surgery back to noon, so I was able to get some sweet winter hiking in...