Category: Choices

We lean against the met­al rail and look down into the abyss. The riv­er is there, a silent blue-green snake slith­er­ing among the rocks 5,000 feet below. The stones at the very bot­tom are black, gar­net-stud­d­ed Vish­nu schist, an astound­ing 1.7 bil­lion years old, the vis­i­ble “base­ment” rock of the Grand Canyon and much of… Con­tin­ue read­ing Vish­nu

Yes­ter­day, I wrote a post titled, “Let­ter to the Chief Cul­ture Offi­cer.” It was most­ly a poem writ­ten by an imag­i­nary per­son voic­ing the pain of the below-the-water-line orga­ni­za­tion, an orga­ni­za­tion that has just hired some­one into the new role of CCO. Please take a look if you haven’t read yes­ter­day’s post. Today, I want… Con­tin­ue read­ing Response of the Chief Cul­ture Officer

A few apples still cling to a tree out­side the win­dow where I am writ­ing — which hap­pens to be a pub­lic library.  The apples that swing in the top branch­es are like my wan­der­ing thoughts on this last day of Sep­tem­ber. I keep get­ting dis­tract­ed by them. In the dis­tance, every so often I… Con­tin­ue read­ing The Qui­et Room