Western-Centric Privilege | Now What?

People of privilege, yeah, I mean me.  I’m talking to you, me.  I always find myself a bit silenced when this issue is raised. Yes, I am white and male and by many, many definitions privileged.  And does my privilege impinge upon those without it. Probably.  All the way down. So…I see what the problem is. … Continue reading Western-Centric Privilege | Now What?

A Shepherd’s Journal: February 22, 2015 | The Night Stage

There are three ewes ready to drop.  Or so it would seem.  I got up early this morning (2:30 am) to see if they were going to lamb.  I don’t know who was more expectant, me or them.  Me, I guess, because there were no lambs.  The expectant leaving me expecting.  I am glad, but … Continue reading A Shepherd’s Journal: February 22, 2015 | The Night Stage

Missing the Forest

The other kids all laugh at me, When I say I write poetry. “Mushy! Yucky!” they all taunt, “Sappy love words we don’t want!” “But,” I say with pencil raised, “Poems help us all to crack the maze, Of life, the world, and our place in it, Great stories told in just mere minutes!” “Baloney! […]

Hope Full in February, the Honest-to-God Cruelest Month

Going on about the weather is trite when the weathermeisters natter on. But when I have to get up at 3 am to check on the lambs, it is not. Verily it is not trite. In fact the past week has been an exercise in the depressive grinding of its miserable self down onto me … Continue reading Hope Full in February, the Honest-to-God Cruelest Month

Sardine Studio

So, I decided to lease a studio apartment in the brand new Summit Village Residences. Basically, I’ve leased a second tin. #myveryownsardinecan #whenworkandpleasurecollide #worklifebalance Now, this blog post isn’t for you at all so don’t get excited thinking I’m going to blow you away with more witty gifs and satire. Instead, I’m using this medium … Continue reading Sardine Studio

Sing it, Saxomophone Man!

Kevin had a bit of musical bio this morning on his website. It inspired me. Real self-insight into what makes this polymath tick. And I’ll give you one clue–it’s what comes out of the horn. Yes, music. Saxophone music to be specific. Kevin’s got a real gig with his band coming up so I am … Continue reading Sing it, Saxomophone Man!

February 19, 2015 | A Shepherd’s Journal: The Fragile Crack of Frozen Stars

When it is -11 degrees Fahrenheit (-24 C), the snow doesn’t so much crunch as it …squeaks. I wait in the dark at the gate. Again.  Yesterday was a meal best left behind for the post trauma to come.  Today I voice a prayer for ‘no new mamas’. I listen deep inside like an equitorial tracking station pinging for … Continue reading February 19, 2015 | A Shepherd’s Journal: The Fragile Crack of Frozen Stars