Here we are...

Just off the Port Bow—a place of uncertainty, adventure, and insight. Thank you for your ears, eyes and hearts. I hope to bring compassion, grace and beauty to your day.

The Leaves are Down

OK, it's decision making time. The leaves are just about all down out of the trees. The lawn will get a final once-over with the leaf-blower and rake. Deck furniture will go to the barn. Markers will get pounded into the rocky margins of the driveway. And...my attitude will head South, as my thin-blooded carcass remains here in the North.

That is, unless I make a decision.

I am not one of those who welcomes this fourth season. There are two other seasons which we have here in Grafton that are similarly unwelcome: mud season and black fly season. The other three are wonderful. Winter, however...

The decision is a simple matter of mindfulness...mostly. This is what cold feels like. This is what gray and dark feel like. It is passing, temporary, and not-self. The only part of it that is unsatisfactory is what I do with my attitude. Like or Lump it are really not the only two choices. I can simply accept it. That's the decision.


Inclusive...or not?

This is suffering