We were sitting in the Drenched Beagle in Vancouver when a guy from the bar asked me, “Where are we?” “Here.” I said. Later he asked, “What time is it?” “Now,” I said.
I was going to meet a poet for drinks at 5:00 so I ran some errands on the other side of town. I was early, she was late. I wrote this while I was waiting. Later we drank cheap red and made out, leaning on the hood of a ’55 Chevy .
May 14, 2010 Ran for 80 mins. First time since June. Stopped twice. Once for nature, once for no reason. Ran up hills. Listened to the Lovin’ Spoonful, Marvin Gaye, Van Morrison, Roots. Didn’t think about a goddam thing ‘cept running before daylight. Came to me that I was runnin’, no need for thinkin’. Did […]
“‘Walk me out in the morning dew my honey…,’ sang the Grateful Dead oh so long ago. It was one of my favorite songs.” Michael Lebowitz remembers the song ‘Morning Dew’ as he heads out on his morning run, barefoot.
Two running buddies reflect on life and how styles of running have changed, from barefoot to Nike to barefoot and on and on and ….
Dinner with another writer can sometimes be very complicated.
May 10, 2010 On June 27 at Alton Baker Park, get ready to light out, vamoose, skedaddle, make tracks, split, hotfoot it, scram, leg it, sprint, race, dart, rush, dash, hasten, hurry, scurry, scamper, bolt, fly, gallop, charge, hurtle, speed, zoom, or jog, trot, tear, pelt, scoot, belt, zip, whip, bomb, hightail it, barrel, flee, […]
A photographer learns from the master the value of waiting, in both photography and life.
On a Mother’s Day, a man in the grip of addiction, encounters a Reiki healer, a healing tree, and the grief he thought he had detoured around when he lost his Mom 13 years earlier.
It is clear to me that running is in our human cells. It is part of our biology, of our evolutionary imagination. We are part of something much greater than ourselves when we get out of the door and start out down the road…