There is a stoplight on my way to work that happens to be in front of a mortuary. There are always a few flatbed trucks idling in the lot, each loaded with one or two wrapped pastel-colored caskets, waiting for the morning delivery manifest. Not really waiting, I guess. Time means nothing to them. But the daily cliché is hard to miss. Life is short, uncertain, they say.
This week at the office was our quarterly meeting for recognizing employee anniversaries. Twenty-four years. Thirteen years. Thirty-nine years. General applause for time served. All of this muted by the eternal hush of the HVAC, conditioning seven stories of rebreathed air, and the buzz of fluorescent lights, blue and unnatural.
Click here to continue reading "Slow Down, They Say," and subscribe to the MidCurrent newsletter while you're there.It’s hard not to run out the door on Friday afternoon as I make for my truck. It’s already packed with the canoe on top. Up North is the agenda. Fresh air and natural light. A couple days by myself on an off-the-grid lake with a canoe and a fiberglass rod...
Since last fall, I've had an almost-monthly column appear on MidCurrent. I'm lucky and honored to contribute, and I share the space with more than a few extremely talented folks.
This can also partially account for the slow updates to Voyageur Pursuits, so here's a list of my MidCurrent work, in case you've missed any:
How to Slay Your Dragon
No Good Deed
Connecting the Dots
The Heron's Notebook
A Superior Fish
Lastly are a few more photos to go with "Slow Down, They Say."
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