Tree farms and trunks

Before Meredith and I had children we had each other. And as young couples do we made a big deal out of a great many things. Like getting a Christmas tree. Early in our marriage we decided to take a ride out to a place out on the edge of town. I don’t remember the […]

And it will be

When men march to war they stand in straight lines. With their shirts tucked in to their pants. And their shoes on properly. They swing their arms at the same time. And some of them ride horses. It’s a big deal and everybody comes out to see. The bystanders clap their hands and wave handkerchiefs. […]

Little room for love

When we leave little room for love we should expect very little peace. When we clear the path for fear. When we give judgement a wide birth. When we critique and defend and insulate. Then we long for a world that’s not determined by hatred. Then we need to shift our gaze from the other to ourselves. We might […]

Supernatural, even

What if we always felt good? If we didn’t judge or jury? If we didn’t feel let down? If we didn’t recognize shame? If we never knew guilt? If we were always in good company? And never curious if we mattered? Or, if we’d fall out of fashion? What things could we do if we […]

Thanks for asking

Every week I write an entry in the Sea Log. Been doing it for years now. It’s become a ritual for me. It has inertia. I process a lot of things through these writings. I often flesh out how I feel about a thing while writing. Or I chisel it down a bit closer to […]

Hardwired for hope

No matter how bad the day. No matter how hard the times. There exists an idea that it could somehow be okay. That everything that’s wrong could actually be made right. We don’t feel it in all moments. But it’s there. The hope. And along with that exists the fear. That this is as good […]

We could do a number of things

I can’t imagine what it’s like to shoot a gun at another person. I can understand why sometimes it happens. Not saying that’s good. Just saying that I understand why it happens. I think there has to be different ways to experience that. A variety of circumstances under which one finds themselves sending a message that can’t […]

Hotdogs and gummy bears

It’s 11:30 pm and I’m woken up. I haven’t been asleep that long. I’m in the cabin. It’s Adeline. She’s throwing up. On me. And both blankets. And the futon mattress. And herself. It’s a real round robin. I pop up without hesitation. (Reflexes work even when you’re asleep.) Meredith leaps from the couch beside us and swats […]

Becoming in 3 Acts

Stained Spiral

Act 1, take it apart. Break it down to its elements. Act 2, analyze it. Inspect each one and purify. Act 3, build it again. This time stronger. Thus the alchemy of becoming who you are. One that never truly ceases. Not even when you do.