The Hermit Artist
(written a few days ago when it truly was a bit cold) I grew up where my summers stretched into late October and Trick-or-Treating was a hot and muggy experience. By Easter sunday I was running barefoot through the yards again and had been known to go skinny-dipping as early as March. At night only,…
We should be just about done with all the ”Best of” and Top 10 Most Spectacular Vomit Moments of 2011 that clog practically every newspaper and magazine in the land. But I wouldn’t be a contributing member of blogger-society if I didn’t put the Hermist’s fondest adventures on record. I’ve come into myself this year, owning…
So. I’m standing there on a narrow wood platform about 4 feet off the ground, eyeing the rope hanging in front of me, and trying to muster my courage to jump out there, grab the rope with my hands and swing from it. Looked easy enough when the other scout students were doing it, gracefully…
My reasons for running are uncertain even to myself. I just know that it gives me a certain feeling that is freeing and for a moment, i feel as though I can connect with the skies. I run in the disappearing pink light of twilight, just as the neighbor’s dinner tables are being set and…
