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Falling Forward, My Walk on the Camino

A Short Preface Hamlet had it wrong. To be, or not to be, is not the question. What to do is the question As I exit two repressed years of the Covid pandemic, I am thrilled to find myself not dead yet, in reasonably good health, with a surprising amount of money, and...

Deep River

In the last hours of a late July day in 1976, Alexander Selkirk walked two miles down the descriptively named Long Hill Road until he came to the town green, a two-acre triangle of land with a scattering of old shade trees. Passing the small black canon, anchored to a...

If I Had a Hammer

7over“It is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail.”—Abraham Maslow Somewhere far upstream in the river of moments that is my Life, in the darkness of an early November evening in Bangor, Maine, as snowflakes the size...

The Slingshot Effect

The two questions went off in his mind like flash-bang grenades. Even as the questions reverberated, urgent for an answer, he held them in suspension and zig-zagged across four lanes of Los Angeles traffic, down a curving exit ramp, under a yellow traffic light and...

Observations of an Anthropologist from Another Planet…

I, a universe of atoms, an atom in the universe.—Richard P. Feynman While washing the dishes one should only be washing the dishes, which means that while washing the dishes one should be completely aware of the fact that one is washing the dishes. If we are thinking...

Closed Door Policy

An odd but related thing happened just after I began writing this essay about doors, open and closed. But I’ll come back to that. When I want privacy, if there is a door, I close it. I close the door when I write, or when I meditate. If there are people nearby other...

Driveway Movie Night

When I was one of four mouths my father had to feed, he would work odd jobs in addition to his full-time job in the Post Office. For one of those jobs, my Dad was paid to go to drive-in movies. When the grounds opened, he would be among the first to pay admission and…...

My New Town

ONE One thing leads to another. In July 2012 I moved to a new town and by December I was sorely in need of a haircut. I found the place to get my hair cut by first finding an Irish pub. I found the pub by first finding a new trail, and hiking on it until sunset, which...