Injuring one's knee at 62 is not going to build character. It's just plain stupid. I stepped up on a log with gusto and lust for life and fell after a wobble of the log transferred to a wobble in my knee. Here I am. Laid up on my back deck in Montreal while the... Continue Reading →
It's June 22nd. The solstice was last night. The temperature is slowly rising. Inside 27°C, outside 28°C. My body is damp, my head heavy. I used to love the heat, the hotter the better. Walking through the streets of New York in July or August always felt like an adventure, never knowing what heat-filled interventions... Continue Reading →
It’s Thursday. I’m doing Jo’s walk. I pick a random direction, 300 paces from my house. I find myself counting paces in twenties. Falling into an intuitive rhythm of twenty. Trusting it. I’m in the middle of an alley, middle of a block, at Gate 1. Looking for something meaningful to rest my eyes and... Continue Reading →
