I don't have any time. This is one of the strangest thoughts a person could have right now when time is all there is. Consider that I have no job. Consider that I am home, forcibly, 24/7. And now tell me that I don't have any time. Thing is, I have way too much, course. And finally, having gotten involved in a thing or two, I have less. This is good. Everyone needs a schedule or, if not a schedule, a larger purpose or at least a task. And larger purposes are pretty thick on the ground these days. Read more [...]

When we got to the base of the trail something in me was almost crying. Jane had been talking about this for some time, a path that leads from the commercial center of our neighborhood, then through a park and finally a canyon, which in turn…if you block out the four-lane presence of Portola Boulevard…takes a serious hiker to the summit of Twin Peaks. I am not a serious hiker, of course. I am a serious shut in, let us say. For this is my first adventure in the exterior coronavirus world. Read more [...]

I hope I sleep well tonight. This is what is left over from a scary day. Not that all current days aren't scary. Upon reflection, there was plenty of scary stuff going on before the coronavirus walked on stage. But with mortality staring everyone in the face, those disquieting undercurrents can no longer be ignored. There's a massive undertow, and it's pulling at all of us. One of the abnormal facts of my current life involves the newfound fear of getting help. The latter used to be readily available. Read more [...]

Tolstoy said it best, that times can simultaneously be the best and the worst. And as discussed earlier, one of the best features of these times involve the stripping bare of social reality. But interestingly, there's a lot going on with interior reality. Is it just my imagination that Jane and I are closer these days? No. Our mutual vulnerabilities are on fuller than usual display. And we have been through a thing or two. This week my spasming lower back occasioned some close neuromuscular calls. Read more [...]

Something came into focus today as I awaited the long-delayed arrival of my massage guy. Actually, there are better ways of describing Ricky, but I'm not sure which to use. Rolfer would be one. But many people don't know what this means. And 'bodyworker' sounds a bit too much like someone who performs illicit acts or pounds out the dents in one's car. Ricky does pound out the dents in my musculoskeletal system, that is true. More to the point, he is one of those rare, intuitive people with a special Read more [...]