When the same message comes at me from several directions, I figure it’s time to pay attention. The bombardment started with a sticker we were
Until last month, I’d never in my adult life had a meaningful encounter with a bean sprout. Usually, I wolf them down, a healthy afterthought crowning the spring mix. I hadn’t noticed the jauntiness of the leaves and the stems. Like most things, I’d caught them out of the corner of my eye, on the way to someplace else.
Our meeting occurred at a Buddhist meditation dinner. I’m no Buddhist, but I am highly curious. And I couldn’t resist test-driving the dinner in silence offered at a local church auction.
I had the grand opportunity to help “crew” a sailboat on Lake Erie this week. In sailboating, I soon learned, there is no such thing
Outside the cottage we rented at Lake Erie last month, there was plenty to gawk at. Kayaks gliding and occasionally capsizing, sailboats disappearing in the