For ten years we have come to Coloma Michigan on vacation. We always include a morning of blue berry picking. Year by year we pay a visit to Bumbleberry Farm in South Haven. The farm is own and operated by a family, which caters to families that enjoy the seasonal experience of picking. First,…
Vacation! These images were taken yesterday. We spent a hazy afternoon swimming in Lake Michigan. I enjoyed being at the lake. Honestly though, a persistent odor of burnt pine in the air was constant reminder of the terror represented by the administration occupying Washington, DC. At the moment circumstances are unpropitious for making overt…
Day one of vacation. Midsummer is always hot. Hot days are typical, and we have sun screen lotion so that we can safely spend time on the sand by the water. However what is atypical is the brown-yellow haze that mimics a cloudy overcast day. A map of the extent of forest wild fires…
We are taking a few days, a “time out” from the routine, only and hour and a half drive to Coloma, Michigan. Somehow being on the other side of Lake Michigan sufficiently rotates the axis of reality for the family, – change of rhythm, staying together in the big lake house, just a short…
Just yesterday Laura and I accepted an invitation to help paint a mural which is to be on permanent display on Batavia’s Peace Bridge which spans the Fox River. The park district representative with responsibility for the project mentioned that the mural is expected to last for 20 years or more of display season…
Monday, in midsummer! The day manifests as magnificent, an idyllic copy of a memory from childhood. I recall a summer’s day, maybe I was five or six and not yet allowed to leave the yard. On that day the dew moistened grass felt so delicious to my bare feet. I remember delight on the…
Sunday, and summertime is unusually busy. Who doesn’t desire to fill warm days with as much outdoor activity as possible… As it happened my morning session at Starbucks was occupied with conversation with friends. It was time well spent, even without the writing. No one is alone in the madcap adventure of life, unless…
v. 77 The Way of Heavenis like a bow bent to shoot:its top end is brought down,its lower end raised up.It brings the high down,lifts the low,takes from those who have,gives to those who have not. Such is the Way of Heaven,taking from people who have,giving to people who have not. …
v. 76 Living people are soft and tender. Corpses are hard and stiff. The ten thousand things, the living grass, the trees, are soft, pliant. Dead, they’re dry and brittle. So hardness and stiffness go with death; tenderness, softness, go with life. And the hard sword fails, the stiff tree’s…
There is a “why” to everything. To focus upon a fold-point of experience is signaled by “because” in the normal course of conversation. Also, you could say this mirrors the form of logic, an “if”… “then” syllogism of cause and effect. Is this what is meant by reason? I’ll concede that such is a…
