I just read this post. It brought tears to my eyes because I also mourn and grieve for the small creatures who are just trying to live. Feeling too much can be a bit of a curse but is mostly a blessing. I wouldn't want to be any other way.
Tiny Violin made an impact on my heart. I, too, sing of the mother and her pups. Your beautiful words made me cry in their honor. Thank you for sharing these lovely words.
A man’s worth inextricably linked to the objects he has chosen. His choices - what he surrounds himself with - mirrors to his own character. With nasty surprises perhaps awaiting - things swept up under the carpet. Shoddy workmanship and corners cut and Swiss cheese of a pre internet age. Too little knowledge? (Before) or the deception of fake news (now) there was fulcrum of about 10 years in between where knowledge was abundant and reliable but it’s gone now. Now it’s Russian interference and bots.
The weighing up of the integrity of solid objects. Judgement. Imagining himself the object itself, and then trying to imagine the forces set against him. Would he hold or would he break?
Tiny Violin....oh my heart. And how we bear witness to the world around us matters. Today is raining out here on the peninsula for the first time after many days of tinny light and dry heat. I am happy and the birds are happy and, I can imagine, everything else breathed a sigh of relief that the clouds have pocketed the sun. I'm glad I found your substack, and I have enjoyed your writing for many years. It's a pleasure to have more of it. - April
wow These are really good. it's raining tonight after days and days of blistering heat and brutal sun. "I recognize that you were here and I'll remember you now that you're gone." Brings tears for some reason. And Evening Flight may be my favorite. Maybe they are all my favorite. Reading these and listening to your voice as you recite them warms my heart.
Hey friend hope your doing well on this Wednesday. I'm Earl Johnson Chee from Arizona it's been raining a lot here in the Sonoran desert. I also know the Rez where I'm from has been getting lots of snow. The Yei bi che's way of saying Au Revior - French for see you later. Hagoshi. Until we meet again.
Got me choked up, these are a beautiful ode to Seattle. Absolutely brought back memories of my early years at the UW, nearly a decade ago. Thank you for depicting so poignantly the blessings that linger in the often maligned and misunderstood persistent drizzle. I myself began to love the rain too as the years passed, because like a ritual call to prayer it punctuated my days with some sense of routine and expectation.
Thank you for bringing back to memories of my brief visit to Seattle. I loved looking at the overcast skies and the gigantic ship behind pike place. ❤️
I just read this post. It brought tears to my eyes because I also mourn and grieve for the small creatures who are just trying to live. Feeling too much can be a bit of a curse but is mostly a blessing. I wouldn't want to be any other way.
Tiny Violin made an impact on my heart. I, too, sing of the mother and her pups. Your beautiful words made me cry in their honor. Thank you for sharing these lovely words.
A man’s worth inextricably linked to the objects he has chosen. His choices - what he surrounds himself with - mirrors to his own character. With nasty surprises perhaps awaiting - things swept up under the carpet. Shoddy workmanship and corners cut and Swiss cheese of a pre internet age. Too little knowledge? (Before) or the deception of fake news (now) there was fulcrum of about 10 years in between where knowledge was abundant and reliable but it’s gone now. Now it’s Russian interference and bots.
The scorn levelled at the present.
Imagining the processes of rotting. The craftsmanship of past generations. Their moral worth. Their dedication to a job well done.
The weighing up of the integrity of solid objects. Judgement. Imagining himself the object itself, and then trying to imagine the forces set against him. Would he hold or would he break?
A man has maintenance on his mind
But raises the question about houses
Tiny violin is lovely
Tiny Violin....oh my heart. And how we bear witness to the world around us matters. Today is raining out here on the peninsula for the first time after many days of tinny light and dry heat. I am happy and the birds are happy and, I can imagine, everything else breathed a sigh of relief that the clouds have pocketed the sun. I'm glad I found your substack, and I have enjoyed your writing for many years. It's a pleasure to have more of it. - April
wow These are really good. it's raining tonight after days and days of blistering heat and brutal sun. "I recognize that you were here and I'll remember you now that you're gone." Brings tears for some reason. And Evening Flight may be my favorite. Maybe they are all my favorite. Reading these and listening to your voice as you recite them warms my heart.
Hey friend hope your doing well on this Wednesday. I'm Earl Johnson Chee from Arizona it's been raining a lot here in the Sonoran desert. I also know the Rez where I'm from has been getting lots of snow. The Yei bi che's way of saying Au Revior - French for see you later. Hagoshi. Until we meet again.
Indian author Tommy Orange?
Got me choked up, these are a beautiful ode to Seattle. Absolutely brought back memories of my early years at the UW, nearly a decade ago. Thank you for depicting so poignantly the blessings that linger in the often maligned and misunderstood persistent drizzle. I myself began to love the rain too as the years passed, because like a ritual call to prayer it punctuated my days with some sense of routine and expectation.
These are beautiful, poignant, ineffably sad and yet infused with hope. Thank you.
Thank you for bringing back to memories of my brief visit to Seattle. I loved looking at the overcast skies and the gigantic ship behind pike place. ❤️