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The Difference the Sun Makes
“Recalling that the boundary survey team of 1853 had scouted the canyon, then sent an empty boat through but that 'no two planks came out together,' Nevill and his party decided that not everyone should risk a canyon that local Mexicans described as 'utterly impassable.'”
-The Big Bend: A History of the Last Texas Frontier by Ronnie C. Tyler
Camp Misery, Texas
No two planks came out together. I laughed when they said it,
and they (more…)
AN IDENTITY SCALE
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Stage 1: Identity Confusion |
In An Essay Concerning Human Understanding, 17th century philosopher John Locke proposed that the human being starts as a tabula rasa, or “blank slate” upon which the individual may author the content of her character. In a simple model of cause and effect, one’s environment informs the choices one makes and the personality one assumes. We are products of our settings.
Roughly three centuries later, evolutionary biologist E.O. Wilson attributed human (more…)
Footloose
You didn’t crumple, waver, or fall. In fact, to a passer-by, it must have seemed as if you had slipped on the stained road, lured in by a tree’s shadow or the leftovers of yesterday’s rain. Passers-by are only there to notice and then ignore, acting like oxymorons, or simply as morons. I used to be one of them, on Monday evenings at five, at the corner of Maple and Bay Street. I’d watch you dance in a studio (more…)
Breathless—Colorful
And you will see
that I think too much.
And there are several trees in particular
I cry beneath.
And often times when I cannot sleep
it is because the dark busies my heartbeat
with all the waking colors
we have absorbed
Happiness, I ponder
is waking up every morning
feeling you have been
awoken.
And here the cold rings clearly
through my mind
as you do
At the core of joy
is that blue alertness:
Like the sun echoing into the glacier
breathing blue light back out
through the cracks
imbuing (more…)
