Building a Pattern Language of My Own
I have more questions than answers. For me, that makes life interesting. In my first blog, I linked to the site of my favorite book, “A Pattern Language“, by Christopher…
Thriving on Complexity
On a cold morning in March, pedalling along Bush Point Road, I saw this sign. I realized that I didn’t know where I was. My mind was on an inward…
Mysterious entries in my writing notebook
I found this tucked between the pages of my writing notebook: The note arrived as I was preparing to write my first piece for Stella Sunday Afternoons and I was…
Rent vs Own
It’s 3AM and I am listening to the low, pulsing hum of a freighter making its way up or down Puget Sound. The noise I’m hearing is the propeller churning…
Homecoming
When I arrived home from Montana, I expected the Grand Moment… the Ta-da of completion. It didn’t happen. Not only was the job not done… part of what was…
Road Trip to Montana
Somewhere between Missoula and Butte, Montana, John Lennon is singing “Imagine” on the stereo. “Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can…” I start thinking about my bookshelves again. Mostly I…
Navigating Chaos
There is a fine layer of dust over everything. The cat calendar on the kitchen table still says Friday, October 1st. That was the day before two carpenters arrived for a…
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of…
Beauty. Standing in front of the magazine racks in Fred Meyer, I see glossy after glossy selling beautiful things. Whether it’s designer gardens from Fine Gardening and Sunset, or photo perfect meals from Bon…
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