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reflection
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At the Edge of the Woods
All this while, away from the woods, I’ve been planning a garden. Planning. While sitting in this little room. It makes sense really. What is a garden but an attempt to tame nature? To stave off death – or at least create an illusion of control over it.
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Reaching a Crest
But just as we reached the crest on that first climb, a second appeared. Then a third. Eventually, I just stopped anticipating, and put one foot in front of the other. When we finally got to the top, it was knee-deep with snow. So, you see, failure is definitely just a point of view.
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Tipping the Balance
The 23rd leg of the Camino. I don’t want to walk the dog around the block. I don’t want to do dishes. I don’t want to write. Working from home, I’ve lost the habit of balance. I find myself sitting in front of the computer 13 hours a day. Not having to pack up for…
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What We Do With Our Lives
How many times have I thought that I needed to go back and study medicine? Become a gardener, a carpenter – someone to be stuck on a desert island with. And here we are, now: socially distanced. Each of us feeling a bit like an island. And each of us looking at what we valued…