Category: Redacting Rosslyn
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Sometimes Sailing
Sometimes sailing? Yes, back to my home/sailboat pairing. Home as sailboat. Homing as sailing. A recurring exploration. Inspired by recent adventures with my extraordinary wife, best friend, and co-adventurer. Sometimes SailingSpringtime and autumnsunrise and sunsethoming and dwelling(and sometimes sailing)pair impossiblewith the possiblesurging, subsidingbeginning, endingcoming, departing healing, harboringand adventuring. Sailing home, coursing forward. And away. At…
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Blurry Boathouse
A blurry boathouse brooding over Blood’s Bay… Vintage postcard? B-roll for an old film? Although this sepia rendering of Rosslyn’s boathouse back on May 20, 2013 feels like it might have been made almost a century ago, it’s relatively new. New in Rosslyn terms, at least. Eleven years ago today. It’s a reminder that there’s…
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Squirrel Sentry
Beware what you plant by your front door lest it attract hungry birds, deer, or a squirrel sentry! It’s too early still for flowering annuals to preside over the stone steps leading up to Rosslyn’s front door. Daytimes are warm, mostly, but nightimes are still getting cold. Soon, once the risk of frost retreats inland,…
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Downriver Drifting
Sunday stream of consciousness riffling from birdsong to riverine rambling (and deftly sidestepping the complex concerns of Sarah McCartt-Jackson’s poem, “Borrow”.)
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Hummingbird Haiku
Perhaps hummingbirds offer us a fleeting reminder to welcome the wisdom of wonder? To wander wider? To pursue a nonlinear path, to be unimpeded by obstacles, to bound between ambrosial blossoms?
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Birthday Wish
I’m investing my 2024 birthday wish and willing Lake Champlain’s water levels to fall, fall, fall. Sure do hope it tips the scale!
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Homecoming Remix
Over the last year and a half I have scrutinized the notion of home and my personal perspective on “homeness“. I’ve discovered that the experience of homecoming is perhaps one of the best barometers for indicating where (and with whom) we feel most at home. So today I offer you a homecoming remix — a…
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Anticipated Nostalgia
At the outset, this post was inspired by Matt Miller’s poem “Far Away” that found its way fortuitously to my inbox. An earlier draft of this post was titled “Scent of a Home” in tribute to his poignant piece grappling with the future departure of his daughter for college. I began by reflecting on the…
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Holy Grail & Daily Discourse
Tumbling toward two years of every-day “old house journaling” (and a 200% overshoot of the original challenge I set for myself at the beginning of August 2022) I’m abundantly aware of the rewards and the shortfalls of my daily discourse. Now 20-1/2 months — 626 days of reflective, inquisitive, whimsical, experimental old house journaling —…
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Every Wall is a Door
Soon I’ll reveal photographs of Rosslyn’s west and north elevations in their new incarnations, hardscape and landscape complete, sunken courtyard and deck arranged with furniture, vision and plan achieved at last. Soon. Spring is still early, and conditions remain premature. But soon. June, perhaps. Until then, a pensée, as our francophone friends might say. Every…