• Post-everything, Pre-everything

    Wednesday, October 26, 2016 0 Permalink 1

    Do you remember that game as a child, wherein you stand in a narrow doorframe and press your hands outward as hard as you can for the count of 10? And then you step out from the doorframe and your hands seem to float, by will of their own. It always brings a smile, even ...

  • Vers le temps du Solstice d’été

    Wednesday, July 6, 2016 1 Permalink 0

    Like the whole world, it seems, lately at le Camparol we are en route through a series of bombings and bloomings. We are buffeted, and we are awed. The world is in a changing time, more than in our 50 years previously. This is totally new. Things are torn apart. But new things are rising. We force ...

  • Late May

    Friday, May 27, 2016 3 Permalink 0

    We are in the thick of heavy renovations, the garden is in flower, Isaac is fully recovered and romping in the new gravel, we had a visitor to tour around the usual haunts, and I was lucky enough to spend a morning working in the vineyard with J&A. You know you are traveling with a true Frenchman when the trunk ...

  • Castor Bean

    Monday, May 2, 2016 0 Permalink 0

    We lack broadleaves, I said. I never noticed, he said. How can you not have noticed? Everything here has these little glassy tiny shiny leaves. It all looks like thyme or boxwood. Bay laurels are the biggest leaves we have in the yard. We need cannas. No cannas. Or fatsia? Absolutely nothing called fat anything. Okay then, how about castor bean. I ...

  • It’s been happening alot lately

    Saturday, April 2, 2016 0 Permalink 1

    The Numinous It's not like I was not prepared for the experience. Like any student of religious history, I read Rudolf Otto, Mircea Eliade, and many philosophers like them who have tried to study the phenomenon which we refer to broadly as "religion." I was taught the intellectual version of the divine as a pre-programmed natural niche ...

  • On Toward Equinox

    Tuesday, March 22, 2016 0 Permalink 0

    In which we find buds and blossoms, a rainbow over the autoroute, an afternoon in Cahors (including a Roman amphitheater built into a parking garage), birds roosting across the river, and a good warming bowl of breakfast eggs with tropical plantains, avocado and rice (to pretend it's not quite as cold as it still is). It's been ...

  • Les Iris de Maman

    Wednesday, February 10, 2016 3 Permalink 1

    90 years young The artist is a marvel, still working every day, rising late like a gentleman, never showing his work, just diligently continuing to fill the walls and floorspace of the house, and even the attic, for many decades now with his creations: Magnificent things - larger than life paintings of armored men on acid-tone motorcyles in green and ...