Red Cedar
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Post #3047: A pitch for self-planning
This morning I’ve switched the dial on Google play from my regular – moody and mellow – music channels to something called “Handclapping & Footstomping”. After three nights in a row where my sleep wasn’t the best, I need something to pep me up a… Continue Reading “Post #3047: A pitch for self-planning”
Post 3045: Opening the windows
In my meditation retreat a couple of weeks ago, one of my teachers said, “sometimes we figure out what our retreat is about after a few days of it, but often we don’t know what a retreat is about for us was about until… Continue Reading “Post 3045: Opening the windows”
Post 3043: Living with a little discomfort
I am writing this post sitting on the floor in front of the wood stove, waiting for the house to heat up. It’s about ten degrees (celsius) inside at the moment – same temperature as outside. I was away working for two days and… Continue Reading “Post 3043: Living with a little discomfort”
Post 3042: No, it’s really not that simple.
My father is continuously angry. As he ages, his outward expressions of this have mellowed, but he still rants pretty much all the time, about everything. His main complaint is that everything and everyone is stupid, and he knows how to do it better.… Continue Reading “Post 3042: No, it’s really not that simple.”
Post 3041: Wasps in autumn
Winter comes much earlier in the interior than it does on the coast. This dormant wasp’s nest was positioned by the road near our cabin, disturbed only by the paper thin wind that comes up off the lake in late October. Normally, there would… Continue Reading “Post 3041: Wasps in autumn”
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