http://www.windspooning.com Just another WordPress weblog Tue, 20 Mar 2007 01:09:37 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Already afternoon, already this day backing away, rolling out of reach, all the morning’s busyness—e-mail, phone messages, the run along Bayview, sunlight across the road, the smell of wet earth, snow, manure, and pine along the cow pasture; earlier, too, those whispers, sparrows at first light, the brusque crow of love, all the heart’s kindling. The ... http://www.windspooning.com/2006/11/01/and-now/ “Recently?” people ask, looking at me questioningly. “You were driving,” they say, wanting to affirm I hadn’t been on foot. No, I was walking, into town, in Portland, Maine, enjoying an unseasonably balmy morning and some unhurried time. The light was green at State. I looked left—no ... http://www.windspooning.com/2006/09/12/zen-the-art-of-traffic-dodging/ Only our breathing. I hold my love close, singing to myself, then whisper. She makes a sleep sound. We breathe together, falling— all of us, the planet, falling through space. This morning, I am stopping for nothing, ear to the ground, listening for what we learn isn’t here. Oh, so un-American, ... http://www.windspooning.com/2006/09/05/meditation-2/ I’m not going to talk anymore, I’m going to sit here in the September Haystack sun and play my flute and not speak, not a word. I’ll be a sunshine man in this all blue September day, the sky blue, the sea blue, all around blue except of course evergreens and avocado-rind green blue ... http://www.windspooning.com/2006/07/17/improvisation/