I’m fascinated by the 2007 Washington Post experiment with Joshua Bell. Of course, I’m just smittened with Bell, who is handsome, plays a mean fiddle, and is willing to goof off in Mozart in the Jungle. The Post placed Bell and his Stradivarius in a subway station to...
I thought I going to work on a book. The purple sunset desert with sunny winters has been beckoning for years, so I headed south to dive into the Thoreau Project. I figured a few days to get oriented and tweak some business loose ends. That took three weeks and opened...
Dear friends, colleagues, and neighbors~ Thank you for including me in your bright communications—I am delighted to read them and consider your offerings. Due to the preponderance of communiques with stylistic misdemeanors, I am compelled to offer my unsolicited...
Why in the name of Heaven does this get said to me? A LOT. Not just my mom. Enough that I’ve begun the process of Wonder Why This Happens and I’m Annoyed. Am I…not careful? Do I have a…reputation I don’t know about? Whenever Something Happens, 99% of the time it’s on...
We must be wired to obsess. I’ve been watching myself run through temporary obsessions, and I figure you do too. It makes sense—how else would anything big and cool get done? Art, elaborate buildings, landscaping, engineering jets, biological research, anything...
The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention…the reward for attention is always healing…more than anything else, attention is an act of connection. ~Julia Cameron, The...
