On the Sixth House

a mini manifesto for a rejoicing Mars

I’m writing this while tucked between the branches of a large and magnificent beech tree alongside a stream—the halfway point of the four-mile, round-trip walk I used to take nearly every day in the woods where I live.

Used to, because my health is flailing around these days. Used to, because work is piling up, and not the fun kind. 

But after a day of te…