Today is Friday. A twenty-four hour quantum of life, that consciousness apprehends in order to value, to honor and appreciate the varied relationships, the web that sustains and secures me, body/mind. Starbucks is alive; there’s a hubbub of voices, and a ceiling speaker mounted almost directly above me transmits in crystalline timbre, the lyric…
Midweek. I add another project to the “to do” list contained in one of those tablets I learned to keep years ago when I carried day to day responsibility for a company. Write it down. Memory oscillates, – how much is lost to distraction? Keep a list. Or forget. The entire point is to…
Yesterday’s was a foreboding post. Monstrous policies, the acts continue apace. We ought not to think that they are not overtaking us in one way or another. Still, reality is complex. We simply are unable to focus upon more than a sliver of the onrush of events. All things are a mosaic of good…
We departed Coloma Michigan late Sunday morning. The same lake house has accommodated us for ten years. Grandchildren who were infants on our first visit now approach their teen years. The oldest is now 18 and the youngest is 6. On Saturday Laura and I, our daughter, her partner, and two of four grand…
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…
