As my peripatetic fate beckons once again, I have been drawn to the voice of Mary Oliver. She roamed and wandered in her region of the cosmos, but she was attentive, respectful, and caring as she did so. In her early poem "Going to Walden," she responded to people that told her she must go, … Continue reading Mary Oliver: Going to Walden
El domingo atravesé San José caminando de oeste a este. Fui a hacer una vuelta al barrio Sabana Norte y decidí regresar a pie. Entré a La Sabana, el mayor parque urbano de San José, y vi de lejos al "nuevo" Estadio Nacional. Es moderno pero yo quise mucho más al viejo estadio, la "Tacita … Continue reading San José del poniente al naciente
For several months now, I have been keen to read, again, Henry David Thoreau's ideas about houses and homes in Walden. Now that it is summer and I have time to read in the shade while the heat blasts on, I have finally returned to reading my good ol' friend Henry. I had missed him, … Continue reading Thoreau: Economy
It has been a winter without snow in Brooklyn, this New York City borough geographically located in Long Island. The waters of the Atlantic must be warm because I've only seen a dusting, at the beginning of February. Yesterday, though, a few snowflakes fell in the afternoon, and that was enough to thrill me for … Continue reading Pennsylvania: After the Storm
Daniel G. Campos 