Emotional Mountains

I’m not one of those folk who ascribe motives or emotions to mountains.  A mountain, whether Kinder or K2, is just a lump of rock, maybe covered with slippery and/or squelchy bits.  Any treachery, cruelty, intimidation, or indeed welcoming friendliness, is our human projection; nothing more, nothing less.  A mountain Read more…

Petrichor

Petrichor; derived from Greek petra, “stone” &  īchōr, “divine fluid”: that uniquely fresh, rich aroma of rain falling upon parched earth after days then weeks of hot dry weather. Early summer, the driest on our modern record.  The birchwood copse, moist cool haven where I run, is parching now.  A Read more…

To a possible reader…

A note to a possible reader. On prose, specifically mine, often the purple variety.  I make no apology, for none is needed. I love words. I cherish them. I love their variety. I love that old words are refound and ofttimes repurposed, that new words are founded. I cherish the Read more…