Zen in a Wild Country: Solo Wilderness Meditation
Having my book appreciated is a little bit like hearing how wonderful my daughter is. I could listen all day. I feel proud and also, in some important way, it's quite clear that it's not really about me. So maybe in the dream I just misread the logo on the front of the store.
Posted by David at 3: Monday, April 30, First Lilacs of the Season. Radio Interviews and Sock Puppets. I watched it for the third or fourth time yesterday and began to wonder about Kermit - or, more accurately, about the person attached to Kermit.
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Is she lying one the floor at Liza's feet? Is she crouching between Liza' legs? Or is it a guy? Maybe a very small person?
Obviously, thinking about things like this changes one's experience of Kermit and this sweet duet. I'm thinking about this because I'm doing my first radio show interview about my book this afternoon at 1: Two buttons are sewn on for the eyes and the lips drawn on with red magic marker. I'm crouched behind the table that has a sheet over the front so the audience of my friends and family can't see me. And I get to speak through this green sock - through this book of a hundred some odd pages.
What does this book have to say?
Zen in a Wild Country : Solo Wilderness Meditation by Anne Rudloe (2012, Paperback)
I hope you will read and enjoy it. Posted on April 20, It was one of those summer late afternoons that are as sweet and rich as a rose in full bloom. The iron heat and glare of a few hours earlier had given way to a more gentle warmth, the slanting late afternoon sun brought every color to a glowing intensity that was tinged with gold. Green tree, red plastic roadside sign, they were all equally beautiful — their very existence was proof of the magic that underlies this world.
The towering summer clouds were ethereal castles floating above us, swirls of ivory and amethyst in a sky so blue it shook. In the distance rain fell from several of them in purple streaks. I craned around over the steering wheel and there it was — the rainbow — a double rainbow. Abundance, when it appears, is an awesome thing. We drove a few miles further, in and out of one of the intense local showers.
Just as the sun reappeared, we came to a road that goes out into a salt marsh and dead ends at the ocean. I drove out there whenever I could. You never knew what it had to share. Some days wading birds fed in the creeks, once on a storm high tide a porpoise chased fish up onto the marsh grass, sometimes there was just the open expanse of marsh and sea and sky. My new book, Zen in a Wild Country: Solo Wilderness Meditation, is now avaliable on Amazon and Kindle.
I hope you will read and enjoy it.
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Posted on April 20, It was one of those summer late afternoons that are as sweet and rich as a rose in full bloom. The iron heat and glare of a few hours earlier had given way to a more gentle warmth, the slanting late afternoon sun brought every color to a glowing intensity that was tinged with gold.
Zen in a Wild Country : Solo Wilderness Meditation by Anne Rudloe (, Paperback) | eBay
Green tree, red plastic roadside sign, they were all equally beautiful — their very existence was proof of the magic that underlies this world. The towering summer clouds were ethereal castles floating above us, swirls of ivory and amethyst in a sky so blue it shook. In the distance rain fell from several of them in purple streaks.
I craned around over the steering wheel and there it was — the rainbow — a double rainbow. Abundance, when it appears, is an awesome thing. We drove a few miles further, in and out of one of the intense local showers. Just as the sun reappeared, we came to a road that goes out into a salt marsh and dead ends at the ocean. I drove out there whenever I could.
