The Choice….
I take breaks from this blog and go on long walks in twittering bird and critter scampering forested hills, …
I take breaks from this blog and go on long walks in twittering bird and critter scampering forested hills, …
Those are the words which confronted Hermann Hesse’s fictional self Harry Haller while strolling the dark medieval streets of …
Reply to an email received the other day: A very very quiet morning to you, The sound of an old …
Now and then out of the starry blue an email arrives. Someone has been either reading these blogs or …
What better way to spend a few moment’s time on a rainy day out in Vancouver than writing a few …
Amy, my Mobile Mountain Hermit’s Hut It’s damp and chilly outside. Typical Vancouver winter weather. Earlier I took a walk, …
Come dance with me for a spell. Not the sort of dancing people do to the music of today. No, …
Recently in a reply to a comment I wrote that I recognized what I called ‘the culminating revelation’ in …
One means of escape… I suppose… I recently found a thin book I must have bought some time ago …
Thanks for the comment, Stasia, it’s much appreciated. Binge watched all JJ videos? Ouch. But then you’re …