

TangleFlow: A Writer Wednesday Post
It’s fitting to remember in a week of international climate discussions, this was a system that seemed unbreakable, untwistable, invincible.
It’s fitting to remember in a week of international climate discussions, this was a system that seemed unbreakable, untwistable, invincible.
I am traveling again this week, so I wanted to prepare my post ahead of time. A few sentences in, however, the phone rang.
Ever since I first learned to wash dishes and endure long car rides with siblings, I have dearly loved singing harmony. But I can’t join a conventional singing group. John and I travel so much that I would miss many rehearsals.
Flipping through notebook pages recently, I came across a little game I played with myself earlier this summer, and thought you might enjoy playing it as well
While all my posts won’t be about my recent wilderness trip, I do want to share the following.
Before we set off on our rafting trip, my brother Jim gave me my first fly fishing lesson–in a parking lot, so as to narrow my focus. A high point of the whole trip was the moment I physically understood
I’m back from Montana, safe and sound, but sobered both by the grandeur and the risk of the wilderness.
I am procuring and organizing equipment for next Saturday’s departure to Montana where I will join several family members for a week’s journey in the wilderness.
Am deep into my large writing project–hence I offer you the little koan above, which recently appeared in my notebook.
At today’s end, I will have completed my calligraphic marathon. Sign painting yielded to lettering on muslin for our annual Poetry Trail. Visitors will arrive later to film a promo in my studio—more about this another time.
Alas, all my words must be painted, not written this week.
It’s hard to believe this mighty presence no longer dwells among us. But her spirit will continue to do so. It was uncaged decades ago.
I had hoped to sparkle back your way this week, but truth be told, the well is still replenishing . . .
As the old song goes, while strolling through the park one day, in the merry, merry month of May, I was taken by surprise… by the colossal size and the glory of the tulips on the way.
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