Springtime is Natures spectacle of color and music. Birds sing loudly, flowers reach for the warm sun, the creeks flow with their own music and rhapsody. Included are some photos taken over the weekend. Kraklauer Creek in the little park by our favorite Taste-of-Paris Cafe was running with wild abandon, full to the banks…
Yesterday I received several text messages and pictures from Cincinnati. My daughter and her partner traveled from Louisville to visit the Cincinnati Zoo. The objective of their journey was to spend time with Fiona, the recently born baby hippo. She was born 6 weeks premature, and is the smallest hippo ever to survive. Perhaps…
“……what we are doing is probably mad, and probably it is good and necessary all the same. It is not a good thing when man over strains his reason and tries to reduce to rational order matters that are not susceptible of rational treatment. Then there arise ideals such as those of the Americans…
This morning I was copied on an email sent by a friend to another friend. The note was a bitter farewell, a dismissal of relationship on account of one’s unconditioned, sycophantic support of the President. The email was laden with fear, revulsion, and sorrow. I understood as I read. I could not have written…
Yesterday a friend sent me a link to a collection of photos taken on Lake Baikal in Siberia. Baikal is the world’s deepest fresh water lake. The ice formations, sculpted by the effect of wind and temperature fluctuation were starkly beautiful. I would happily travel there any time of year to experience this faraway…
An exchange of emails between three of us, friends, each with a different history and a different viewpoint. That is even more complicated than a simple face-value understanding of those words suggest. Are not friends of the same mind? They are not of the same mind, if they dare to speak truthfully with one…
For many years I’ve been present at a ceremony to remember and honor the war dead. Given a story told yesterday I found it hard to sleep last night. The stories do not fill me with admiration for the dead. After some reflection I tremble inside, shiver with revulsion at the thought of five…
A Voice From the Wreck By Chad Abushanab I’m an accident on the south side of the town, on the outskirts, where the desert holds its ground against the streetlights’ last defenses. I’m the fire leaping from the Chevy’s frame to smite the sky and drain the cool out of the night. I’m the…
…[to] recognize chance as destiny once more and see the ruins of my being as fragments of the divine. My soul breathed once more. My eyes were opened. There were moments when I felt with a glow that I had only to snatch up my scattered images and raise my life as Harry Haller…
In the German spirit the matriarchal link with nature rules in the form of the hegemony of music to an extent unknown in any other people. We intellectuals, instead of fighting against this tendency like men, and rendering obedience to the spirit, the Logos, the Word, and gaining a hearing for it, are all…
