Maybe once in five lifetimes… — There is a backup of things. Just as surely as there is breath. Just as fleeting. In, out, in, out… Already was. So long ago and yet. How long ago? Someone said it was expected. Such a sure thing. On that Big Sur fog covered shoal. Across the windswept rock-bound…

There is an arising, a persisting and then an ending… — picture of Max, by author For fourteen years Max has been an endless joy. There was a time back not so long ago when the passing of the family canine wasn’t so big a deal. After all, they’re just dogs, right? If I had a wish it would be that…

The jungle and the camaraderie are what it’s all about. — It’s still dark out, the early birds already singing, a slight, dewy cool left from the night soon will turn into subtropical heat. Like a sauna. So we pack thinking ahead to seven hours of fishing in one of the hottest, most humid places on the planet. Snacks include peanut…

A chapter had reached its’ end. — They sat silently. Two aging lovers. The warm coastal breeze reached them. The not unpleasant taste of rotting sea vegetation and sea salt came over them in subtle waves. Their vantage point from the two stories, thatched roofed bar eatery gave them a sweeping view far out to sea. …

Learning every day into old age. — After a long conversation with my brothers and sisters on what the word mentors means, perhaps more correctly, what this word stands for. It carries that added weight where one can say: what, beyond the dictionary definition, does mentoring mean? There’s a lot there! Loads. The conversation prompted us to…

Her name was Carmen, a Resistol addict.. — Around the over one hundred-year-old, still not completed cathedral of a certain industrial city in a Central American country, were the kids. Mostly boys as girls don’t have the same survival rates as the boys do. I would see them every day because I operated a hotel just a block…

Some may simply fade away. — Yesterday as I was driving home from doing errands in town, I turned the last left on the last block to get to my house. On my right was an aging woman. Immediately upon seeing her, I could tell something was amiss. …

No gold at the end of the rainbow. — We pulled up to Joe’s Garden Center supply store. ‘Steve, are you coming in? You really should come in so you can help me pick out what you’d like to plant this year, I mean, other than just tomatoes and Zucchini.’ My wife and I were struggling after almost ten…

Careful not to use too much of a human approach… — Despite all to the contrary, today threatens to be a fine day. After all, it’s Friday, not going anywhere either. Sitting still, as if my next breath can choose to engage me, or not, and who cares? …