This is the first post on my new website. I have chosen an image I took of my garden not more than 10 minutes before the start of writing. Aside from the lettuce and radishes, not much more has popped through the ground. It will. I’m a decent gardener and we enjoy the crop from June through October.
It has been pretty cool and rainy as winter reluctantly leaves us, however I live in Denver and I know all too well that in three days time it could be 80 and bright sunshine.
I could use a little sun about now. Eric, a friend, a dear man, and a talented artist passed away on May 13th. I am still processing his loss. None of it makes sense, but then I suppose Leukemia, followed by Lymphoma make even less sense. He was in good health was struck at 50 and died at 51. I have known far too much loss in the past few years.
I will think about Eric as I cultivate my garden this year. I will hear his laugh and how he honored my life by taking my writing and my mission as a writer seriously. I have no choice but to continue with my current book project plus the work I do on behalf of several clients who have become friends.
It’s What I Do
If you have stumbled upon this website and the ramblings of this, and the many posts to follow, you will know I am driven by my writing and gardening.
My authentic self is either the person hunched over a computer or the man with muddy hands yanking weeds or shoveling something or other. I am shy and an introvert by nature. I am not given to a lot of show and I cannot abide by pretentious or mean spirited people. I have known far too many of both.
I have a simple life that I have mightily tried to strip down to the essential. We get up each morning to work out then come back to the house to work at our respective desks and try to stay in the company of good people. It took me many years to get to this point.
This year, my arthritis permitting, I would like to return to Tai Chi or another martial art. I have always been drawn to Asian culture. I suppose it leads me to opening up another aspect of my personality. I have lived in many cities and towns but have been fully comfortable in only one place: Japan.
Why a Jewish kid from Long Island, New York, should have embraced most everything Japanese, is beyond my understanding. I have been to Japan six times, and each time it has been more difficult to return.
The Garden in Mid-Spring
The garden that struggles to find itself in May is my garden. I created it, planted it and will now tend it. In all ways, it is paralleled by my ghostwriting business and my books. I hope that in the time to follow, we can share seriousness and silliness.
I will sometimes post vegetable pictures, cat stories, pictures of friends and at other times snippets from book projects or words of wisdom from those much brighter and talented than myself.
As my garden comes to life I never forget how Blessed I am and how, I have come to this beautiful point.
B.
