Category Archives: Writing

This one. Or this one

THIS ONE

From where I live on Saddleback Mountain the sky is blue as purest love just now. From west across to east, from north across to south, it’s the blue original, the blue Eve knew, the blue you wish of your friends, of your lover, of your song, this rarest of blue in perfect certainty.

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Sometimes You Just Write Until You Stop

So I say here’s what we do. We’ll start right now:

We will always be considerate. We will always be gentle. We will remember people’s names and respect their ideas. With our partners, especially, we will never speak with tone or say, I told you so.

When we screw up, we’ll admit it. When we’re wrong, we’ll admit it. We will never postpone the announcement of our failures.

We will understand that, while greed can destroy us, compassion can save us. We will understand that stuff, the accumulation of stuff, inevitably leads to dissatisfaction and lethargy.

We will live near windows. We will live near trees. We will swim in the oceans and wade across small brooks.

We will eat real food. We will know real farmers. Continue reading