This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the absence of Bob Edwards who was the sound of morning as surely as birds. Reading a paragraph or two of Emerson or Loren Eiseley to raise the level of my thinking. Going out to feed the cattle if it was during our six months of bad weather.

We are all naturally xenophobic.

In a life properly lived, you're a river.

I seek the substantial in life.

Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.

I got $30 from Nation magazine for a poem and $500 for my first book of poems.

Success and money can really be quite blinding.