I dreamed. I saw this on the cusp of waking today. An old friend and I raced together on the street. We had the greatest of fun, pure joy on account of the competition, the sensation, the rush of being “in the game.” To disclose the truth of who won, who lost, – I…
Saturday, May 23 of Memorial Day weekend. This weekend is prime time. It is a fold point when spring starts to feel like summer. Or not. The Midwest at this juncture in May, a day can be chilly enough to beg a winter’s coat, or edge close to 80 degrees Fahrenheit. I tell myself…
Friday feels like the lift-off to another Memorial Day weekend, – an interlude of graduation celebrations, of weddings, of cook-out gatherings, of ceremonies of patriotic posturing. We agree to pause, to call a time-out to the day to day routine for all of this… I plan to “lean in” to absorb the ebb and…
What is time? Is time simply awareness, awake to the incidence of transformation, that everything is on the move, a process of becoming other than “what”, …it was? That is one way to put it. There’s more than one way. No one finds a best way, a single, unequivocal definition of time. Time is…
Monday morning has been grey, cloud covered. Consistent with the forecast, a short and ferocious downpour a few minutes ago. Curtains of rain. I heard the force of water beating upon the exterior roof here at Starbucks. I remembered the final diminutive vegetable seedlings that I planted over the weekend. The tiny plants hold…
Another warmer day! Mid May and the promise of springtime is finding fulfillment. There is no certainty of a gradual transition to balmy days. The swings of heat and cold have been extreme in the past. You cannot count on mild weather, and the body does not “turn on a dime” to adapt to…
Saturday morning is gray with on and off light rain falling. Starbucks has been quiet. It is Saturday after all. At present a few people stand patiently by the counter until their internet app orders are completed. It is a few minutes until 8 o’clock and families will shortly come by. Today the Batavia…
I can aesthetically attend to the very experience of having my experience narrowed. This is, in fact, one of the best parts of climbing—that lovely feeling of having the world disappear, all my worries about my obligations and my finances vanishing. My whole consciousness is lost in complete devotion to this one problem, this…
A day presents itself, Thursday. In the afternoon I expect to join a circle of friends at the Barnes & Noble to discuss the topic of friendship in the light of what Aristotle had to say in the Nicomachean Ethics. Aristotle composed a summation of his understanding of life lived well, a legacy statement…
Rob Brezsny is a fine writer. I subscribe to his blog as a vote in favor of excellence, also to endorse his message of self-cultivation. We journey together. I touched on the May 4 Met Gala in a past post. Rob expanded upon my thoughts with eloquence. I will pass on his words to…
