How perfect!—my daughter writes a post about being on the road and my thoughts turn to coming home. It happens every year. Thanksgiving rolls around, she lives in L.A., I picture her here, the sleepy hamlet of Katonah, NY. Home. No secret that air travel—even without the added stresses of … [Read more...] about Coming Home
The sound of one leaf falling
The transition from one season to the next is always a reminder of something fluid, even elusive. Sure you wake one day and the calendar tells you it’s autumn, this year’s arrival last week still in the afterglow of the Harvest Moon. But it’s not as if you haven’t already sensed it, the shifting … [Read more...] about The sound of one leaf falling
Spin-A-Gogue, Anyone?
My daughter calls me, no Talmudic issue, a simple statement: I don’t know if I’m feeling services this year. I can relate. I myself feel a little like a wandering Jew, not sure where my spiritual affiliation belongs. Call me a seeker. Call me a ‘Jubu’ (i.e., that charming acronym denoting those … [Read more...] about Spin-A-Gogue, Anyone?
Those Moments We Miss
In the grand scheme of memorable moments, riding a two-wheeler for the first time is the gold standard, the one that puts me in a place and time against which so much else is measured. I can see the bike (blue and white), myself in the seat. The focus, the balance, the breeze. The closest thing to … [Read more...] about Those Moments We Miss
And the seasons they go ’round and ’round . . .
The month of April is playing tricks on me. No sooner do I shed the fleece jacket for a morning walk one day, a sweatshirt all I need, than I find myself putting it on again the next day. Expectation really resists being defied. Okay, so the groundhog screwed up, promising an early spring; … [Read more...] about And the seasons they go ’round and ’round . . .
12/31/12: On the Edge
There invariably comes a moment at a Leonard Cohen concert when singer/songwriter gives way to pure poet. The softer he speaks, the more closely you listen. It’s a marvel to me, hearing echoes of a song I love, words that were their own music before they would become a song. If the achingly … [Read more...] about 12/31/12: On the Edge
