Ice is pattering softly on Blanche’s roof. I dread having to walk Sam today and I worry my little egg…
The Point of Trees
I want to climb this tree. This tree sits in the middle of the quiet (for now) loop in which…
To Sea: Feet & Hope in the Surf
I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.
Integral Lee: Returning to Me
With time, my blog continues to change focus because I continue to change focus. And yet, not really. Ultimately, I…
Wandering: Into the Earth and Out Again.
I am wandering with slight aim. I have a goal of going to Dallas, but beyond that, I am uncertain.…
Leaving Davis Mountains: Arriving at a New Piece of Self.
I chose to drive south from my sad little boondocking grounds and make the “U” to Fort Davis going south…
Daily Existential Angst Diary (I’ll let y’all do the acronym)
**TRIGGER WARNING** UNALIVE ATTEMPT DISCUSSED IN BRIEF. In October 2019, I attempted, feebly, to unalive* myself by trying to swim…
Porpoises and Purposes
A pod of porpoises often comes close to shore near our new home. It seems, if you’ll forgive the anthropomorphism, that they are making fun of the fishermen on shore.