walking meditation :: my eyes glued to the empty field https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp0xmajg3K6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10qkj55x9tr1a

in the train windowa flock of black birdsagainst the indigo skyand like ghost birdsthe reflections of streetlights

3-0 game  in the blue sky  above the goalkeeper  a turkey vulture  turns and turns

If you look deeply into this tomato, you can see the entire universe https://www.instagram.com/p/BpuX3ungEH1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tu3nr5fspjco

the shadow moves gently across the engine and I realize the plane is rocking very slightly as the captain’s hands on the controls — or perhaps it is the autopilot so it is the hands of the engineers who typed the code — are just barely rocking the plane  and all of us within it […]

I suppose it’s time to give my readers fair warning: After 19 years this blog, and the Tinyletter based upon it, have moved in a more eclectic direction. If you want to unfollow me now, I won’t take it personally. But I’d love it if you stayed along for the ride.

One Saturday in July I went to B Street Books with the 11-year-old to hear the author John Muir Laws talk about his field guide to Sierra Nevada wildlife and his approach to keeping a nature journal.

New desk garden in an old dish, courtesy of @urbanbotanica_sf . Can you spot the wizard and his dog? https://www.instagram.com/p/BpW9SVvlDl0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lpyo8faxped7

poem-today: The Flea Mark but this flea, and mark in this,   How little that which thou deniest me is;   It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;   Thou know’st that this cannot be saidA sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,    Yet this […]

“The act of sitting down is an act of revolution.” –Thich Nhat Hanh

morning fog I turn on the office espresso machine https://www.instagram.com/p/BpID6mxFECQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qftjp9e0d7cl

Brooklyn, October 2018