Of Riding a Storm Wind

On October 4, 2005 by Michael J. DeLuca in Dreams

I dreamed of riding a storm wind over the campus of St. Anselm College.

Our Beloved Kin

On May 15, 2022 by Michael J. DeLuca

Our Beloved Kin, by Lisa Brooks, is “a new history of King …

By the Brook Today: A Foraging Adventure

On May 10, 2016 by Michael J. DeLuca

You have no idea how often this happens to me. I drop things in the woods. Important things. Wedding rings, garage door openers, phones. I’ve had remarkable luck finding them. I retrace my steps. I search, keen-eyed.

Antlers

On January 15, 2016 by Michael J. DeLuca

I wanted all of Anonymous to don antlers and renounce individual fame in favor of the collective good, the good of humanity, of the earth and all life, to fix everything, stop capitalist greed from ruining everything, plow up parking lots and plant them with trees and so on and so forth ad idealistic.

The Poison Mushroom: A Cautionary Tale

On July 31, 2015 by Michael J. DeLuca

After eleven years hunting mushrooms, eight of those since I built up the confidence to actually eat some of what I found, yesterday I had my first bite of poison mushroom. It put me in the emergency room.

A Penance in Verapaz

On January 30, 2014 by Michael J. DeLuca

Verapaz means “true peace”.

This is a story of breakdown and redemption, in which I strive again and again to interrogate and dismantle my assumptions only to find more awaiting beneath, until finally, mental and physical resources spent, I give up hope, only to be lifted up and saved by human kindness.

The Ritual of the Mountain

On May 2, 2011 by Michael J. DeLuca

Sitting through my semi-annual Catholic mass the other Easter Sunday, I thought about ritual. In some ways, it seems a silly thing to do–the same thing, over and over. But we all do it.

I have climbed a lot of mountains.

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