Category Archives: Sense of Place

Cernunnos: Singing Over the Bones

13 Nov 14, Dad’s 95th birthday. Flakes randomly fall and drift between the pin oak’s remaining leaves. That orange-red’s a muted contrast against the overcast sky. Gray lake effect, the white stag has edged out of the Arctic. The weathermen … Continue reading

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What I Want

Fragment 1. What I want: a clarity of purpose so precise it can never be questioned, deep intuitive knowledge, and eloquence. Most of all, I want eloquence. Fragment 2. As much as I love to garden, I rarely seek out public or … Continue reading

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