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Changing lodgings

It ought to be the perfect place for us, our modest house on a small city lot.  From the vantage point of my 50s and even early 60s, I believed it to be the perfect place to retire. I expected … Continue reading

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The new part of the journey, so far…

A Linkedin notification arrived several days ago, with news of Eric, a former colleague who has recently secured a new position at a new business.   Several years ago we collaborated on the relocation of the office he then managed. … Continue reading

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On place

“I began to consider the different ways – three by my count – that Americans connect to place, each one a way of living. The first evolves out of the idea that place is movable, that you can take home … Continue reading

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Being, not doing

de·com·pres·sion dēkəmˈpreSH(ə)n/ noun a release of compressing forces   The door to my bedroom in the house where I grew up was at the top of the stairs.  My window faced the street.  In summer, the first light of morning … Continue reading

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Who I was, who I am now

It happened again this morning. Something, some reference in the book I am reading sent me into one of the parts of the house given solely to utilitarian purposes.  The rafters above the garage are such a place, occupied with … Continue reading

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Impermanence

This house of ours, a small hip-roof ranch style built in 1953, is one of the newer houses on this street. The front, reflecting the style of that time, is covered in Roman brick.  Narrower and wider than the red … Continue reading

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Removal

It came up again the other day during a morning gathering of one of the tribes in my life.  One of our number read a passage aloud, something for us to think about, a meditation, for our betterment, for each … Continue reading

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