Our epoch does not love itself. And a world that does not love itself is a world that does not believe in the world: we can believe only in what we love. That is what makes the atmosphere of this world So heavy, stifling, and anguished. The world of the hyper-market, which is the…
Yesterday in the morning I took a walk in Braeburn Marsh. I returned at the end of the day, as the sun was setting. Luck is being at the right place at the right time. I feel lucky when I experience beauty, or a moment of extraordinary accomplishment. Venturing off the path, the ground…
Another Mother’s Day recedes in the rear view mirror. I appreciate this day of remembrance more with each year that passes. It is almost 11PM. Before turning in for the evening I felt the need to state that my life is enriched each time that I have opportunity to honor the females in my…
It is raining outside. Rain is a long awaited gift. My mother would have rejoiced at a gentle rain falling to a dry ground. Springtime is a rainy season in normal times. These are not normal times. Global warming is another way of saying that weather patterns are disrupted, intensified, too much rain, wind,…
I have more to say about Bonnie Tyler’s great hit tune, Total Eclipse Of The Heart composed by Jim Steinman (November 1, 1947 – April 19, 2021) . Even if one could interview Steinman, to ask explicitly what he meant by his lyric lines — I am satisfied that would not help. Steinman passed…
I thought to write about this song for several days. The lyrics are ethereal, with a mystical meaning, admitting multiple interpretations. Listening to several Youtube presentations of Bonnie Tyler singing her great hit, I felt the tears. This is not a “feel good” love song, triggering pointless emotion. The story line has a texture…
I have signed up for a seminar course on May 22nd, so I am pressing forward to finish a book that will be central to the topic of discussion. Eric Fromm was referred to in the chapter entitled, Love as Praxis: Critical Theory and Pscyhoanalysis, which I am reading. I have not read Eric…
The French term means “high sewing” or high fashion as the term is typically used. It is no disservice to the language, or to our intention of meaning to note there’s nothing more elegant than than bloom, shade of color, elegance of form as offered by Nature in the springtime. My thought was to…
Yesterday we took our two grand kids with us to Don Earley Park in West Chicago. The Geneva Road which we often travel passes by the Park. The small park is striking with a pond, walking path, a children’s playground with jungle gym, — something in between a forest preserve displaying nature’s serene beauty,…
This is one of those mornings when I have nothing to say. A new day, when nothing seems especially new about it. I know, I simply need to shift the axis of my point of view. I have made that move before, and felt something in the depths which I dare not say or…
