Street Wise

As a young child I remember feeling giddy with fear and excitement as I secretly settled into a large appliance box that had been discarded by the curb, awaiting trash pick up. With three sides still standing tall, I stepped into the far reaches of this cavernous carton and quickly pulled the fourth flap in and folded the cover down overhead. It became darker inside with each step of this reconstruction. When the top was fully closed, I sat quietly assessing the darkness and the space. Shortly I noticed my box went from a large and exciting space, to one that suddenly felt very small. Nestled in my spot I sat silently. At first I…

Carving a pathway

  This morning I carved through the great snow mountain that had buried my mailbox in our blizzard’s wake. I faced a mound five feet high and eight feet deep. Primed to tackle it, I just grabbed the shovel and began digging. Being a person under, five feet tall, I found my difficulty was in breaking through the ice crust that had formed on the top. The snow beneath this crust was relatively light. It broke onto my shovel easily in small removable bricks. Ah hah, so today’s obstacle became the day‘s challenge. Choosing the path of least resistance, I found myself digging a tunnel underneath the crust. I began to think (as I often…