Memories, Narrative, Observations, People, Reflection

The Sampler Platter

Most of my journal ideas have bungled together inside the queue in my mind since we finished sorting the olives. Here is my sampler-platter: I have to let my knuckles heal. The skin wore off of each middle-knuckle on Sunday while I was working the punching bag that hangs off the front porch rail, swinging… Continue reading The Sampler Platter

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Moon Phases
Memories, Observations, Reflection

Moonrise Over the Jordan

Something happened a week ago, a moment that happens as if it were imagined and is remembered as if it’s always happening but fading away.  We left the by-pass road that runs between The Scent and The Holy --Jericho and Jerusalem—and rose upon the backs of naked, blushing hills. We stopped at a hillock marked… Continue reading Moonrise Over the Jordan