It was a very windy day, with gusts over 60 kilometers per hour. You would think the hummingbirds would be hunkered down somewhere. But a small fleet of them put…
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A philosopher cannot help but be philosophical at a time like this. But at the same time, it’s never been more difficult to be philosophical, for philosophers and non-philosophers alike!…
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At the end of a rainy, chilly and breezy day, the sky to the west begins to clear. The lightest rain I’ve ever seen begins falling in the slanting sunlight.…
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Despite the governor of California’s orders to only go out alone for groceries and exercise, the bumpy gravel road into the canyon beyond town is lined with cars and small…
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The canyon was so unexpectedly beautiful that I literally felt a little disoriented climbing the trail to my usual meditation spot overlooking the gorge. Thousands of lupines, mixed with a…
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Toward late afternoon, the light on a high overcast day becomes white and ethereally bright. Through the bare branches and beyond the tall pines, subtle hues of blue and gray…
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The day is cold and gray. For a few minutes however, a silvery light glistens off the rippling creek. The waterway makes a gentle S curve at this spot, and…
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Bare branches and bushes afford a long view downstream. As usual, it takes a while for the senses to become attuned to sounds, sights and smells of the water, sky,…