I have returned

I wasn’t enjoying the winter here on the edge of the North Atlantic so I flew south. Birds do that under their own steam. But the three months are ended and I am back in los EE. UU. Butterflies and maybe a few moths migrate. But, I didn’t see any other creatures in the airports,

Arturo the Beggar RIP

The news that Arturo had died reached me last week. He was found along the road between Malacatos and Vilcabamba in southern Ecuador. I knew him and didn’t know him. He was a beggar. When I lived in Vilcabamba I thought of him as the dean of beggars. He was that in the sacred valley.

Infinity, declined

I recall a moment long ago when time stretched. My new wife and I sat quietly in a county office. A clerk at an old roll top desk scratched in pen on the pages of a ledger. Cheryl and I were content to wait and felt no need to hurry. We floating as on a