Author Archives: Bob OHearn

During a brief pause in the rain, a wet grey squirrel has climbed up to the bird seed feeder outside our window, and is now gorging himself as fast as he can on the soaked seeds.   We don’t interfere, … Continue reading →

Before the storm, the fallen leaves grow restless in whirls of wild and breezy anticipation. When the rains finally arrive, the leaves as one press themselves passionately into the earth, delerious in urgent leafy acts of love. We are water … Continue reading →

Even though I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment when this or that gets done, doing nothing also pleases me, like an old cat curling up in the late day sun. I made my big decisions when I was a younger … Continue reading →

This late in the year, daylight gradually becomes more precious — what we may have overlooked before, or not even noticed, can now assume  a kind of urgent beauty in our eyes. Just so, those who have received a terminal … Continue reading →

Tiny fire animals with one intent keep moving quietly up and down the spine, invisibly. If we could somehow peer into the empty mirror and see them busy at their work, we would have no enemies in this world anymore. … Continue reading →

The bird pecks furiously at a mirror, flies into it over and over; the baby laughs at the mirror, waving little arms in the air, euphorically; the man raises his gun, fires at the mirror, blows holes in himself, again … Continue reading →

We set out early, first traveling across a nameless river. We hiked up this mountain over a twisting dirt road. It was good to be together, moving with one mind. Where the road ended, we gradually entered an ancient Redwood … Continue reading →

Now that much cooler weather has arrived, we have a good fire going in the wood stove.   I sit here relaxing besides you, timelessly at peace within the embracing warmth of your gracious love.   On the television you’ve … Continue reading →

Late last night, as all the forest folk lay dreaming, the little dog known as Buggie jumped off our bed and raced through the house, straight to the front door. I quickly rose from a sound sleep and hobbled after … Continue reading →

That time I was a lean and lonesome lad, leery of the lawless ways of man, the ones who made this maddening maze — not these, but older ones who came a long time before: the bringers of knowledge, bringers … Continue reading →