Category Archives: The Daily Bread

Conversation with a Storm

I stood, peering out the window into the sky, blackened by an angry storm. I watched as the tempest tormented and raged, intimidating the landscape with its strength. Like a tawdry wrestler, it bent trees into ungainly positions and thrust them back against a set of unseen ropes shaking them to the core. Then for dramatic effect, it spit on them with a driving rain forceful enough to break the backs of some. With the potential to twist and turn everything upside down, the storm unleashed its fury. I folded my arms across my chest as I watched in silence,...
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The Secret Law of the Sagebrush

It’s a scramble up the mountain behind our house. There are no well scouted-out switch-backs for measured steps. The path just heads straight up through knee deep sagebrush, and then turns to loose gravel past various outcroppings of granite. I suppose since there is no great variation along the short climb to the top, I tend to take it at a pace that is rather too quick. I am grateful that finally the steep and rocky trail twists a bit through a thick and ancient grove of Ponderosas. I rest and breathe under the shade of a gnarled pine tree....
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A Gracious Rain

Heavy clouds have come up over the charcoal bay. Their ominous, rotund shapes are forming on the horizon, reaching immeasurably high above the choppy waters. Sea birds skirt the shoreline and walkers dart back to their cars. The only evidence of the sun is a brilliant gleam of light that traces itself momentarily along the uppermost edge of the cloud. And then it is gone. I am watching the sky. It is growing blacker, and blurry with rain in the distance. A brisk, wet breeze rises from the south, and the weather is upon me. I am running now. Soaked and...
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Work Hard Play Hard

I come to this page like a school girl, timid and reticent, not because she is shy, but because she has been caught skipping class. With a head bowed in obsequious submission, and eyes diverted from curious and eager glances, she slips into her regular seat, pulls out her book, and finds a middle page. She raises her shoulders, inclines her head towards the professor, and then in the quietest and most unsuspecting way, she unfolds her most ingratiating smile. She is bolder than you think. An unforced twinkle in her eye doesn’t hurt. No one asks her whereabouts or...
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