8:18
Alone in a city, with an evening to myself, I am wandering.
When I finally notice the old man, he is looming over me with his arms raised over his head.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once called enthusiasm, “leaping lightning.”
In my dinner with a new colleague, Kim, we have just reached a major turning point.
It’s Monday morning, and at 8:18, I am cresting a mountain range.
It is Sunday morning and my soul is, once again, soaring on the intricacies of the music of Bach.
As I step outside to photograph the snow that is quickly building on the grass, I decide to get as close as the camera will let me.
Every year, I am always taken by surprise by the first sign of life in the garden.
Two seats over from me in a crowded airport gate, a young teen bends over his sketchbook. I decide we should talk.
Only minutes remain before I am to start scribing an event in Hollywood (sigh: Florida) and I am staring into the huge eyes of a robot.

Bread

February 21, 2018
The Amish girl behind the counter at the Farmer’s Market views me with puzzlement as I take a photo of the bags of flour in her stall. But when I make my purchase, she gives me her usual parting words, “Have a great deh.”
While packing today, I come across two figurines in my bureau drawer. I have long forgotten why I put them there. But they make an odd combination: Horus and Batman.
I sit down in a new sanctuary – recently built and new to me. I lift my eyes to the front of the sanctuary and there I see a cross unlike any other I have seen. For it is made entirely of light.
On the way to see my son’s new office in Harrisonburg, Virginia, we walk past a sculpture that captures the dismay I feel about the latest school shooting.

Water

February 16, 2018
I am alone in the woods and walking on water. And through water. And under water. And by water. Water, water, everywhere.

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