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The desire for a treehouse of one’s own
Posted in dream, tagged anticipation, Beauty, Curran, Esmé, House, nature, travel on February 3, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The lily will
Posted in dream, tagged anticipation, Beauty, event, literature on October 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Dear friends, lovers, strangers: My book has come out! Please forgive me this moment of self-promotion, and go check out Rescue Press to get yourself a copy. Our house smells deliciously sweet.
We must be willing to let go of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us
Posted in dream, tagged conversation, ideas on August 3, 2011 | 1 Comment »
(Attributed to Joseph Campbell via the interweb.) Found this on a friend’s blog yesterday, and it is staying with me. In other notes, how cool is this? Oh, the dream. Anybody want to come down and live with us? We could bumble through milking that cow together.
An announcement
Posted in dream, tagged anticipation, event, literature on July 13, 2011 | 6 Comments »
Hi. You probably know this already, if you are here, reading this, and you know me. But since I haven’t put it out here, I thought I’d take this moment to say: I have a book coming out. (!!!!!) It is a book of poetry that I’ve been working on for years. Seriously, the oldest [...]
Postcard: the cabin!
Posted in dream, tagged Beauty, Esmé, family, fun, nature, travel on August 16, 2010 | 2 Comments »
What can I say? Sometimes this place feels like heaven.
Details from the study (work in progress)
Posted in dream, tagged Andy, House, ideas, language, literature on June 11, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Go Saints
Posted in dream, tagged anticipation, Baby Tricks, Esmé on February 6, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
In our other life
Posted in dream, tagged Beauty, Esmé, ideas, nature, travel on September 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
In one version of our life, we live in a place like this: and my job is to bring water up from the river in buckets so the wash can be done. I do the wash, too. With my hands. Maybe one day? Who’s with me?
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