Read ‘Em And Weep By Barry Manilow I’ve been tryin for hours just to think of what exactly to say I thought I leave you with a letter or a fiery speech like when an actor makes an exit at the end of a play and I’ve been dying for hours trying to fill…
Again I demonstrate to myself Homo Sapiens are fragile mammals. Expectation is obstructed, this is my second try, — the illusion of a stable self is dispelled. My annoyance surfaces and I express anger, expletives, desire has been frustrated… The social self, a seductive illusion, is jangled by circumstance. And so it goes. I…
We began our discussion on the expansive subject of “love.” What can be said philosophically about love, or about “falling in love?” Love is a subject commanding enormous attention, as witnessed by innumerable novels, pop ballads, movies, and the Hallmark channel. “Falling in love” is a euphemism that is often overheard. The expression can…
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Laura and I had breakfast together at Buttermilk which is an uncommonly good place for biscuits. We reflected upon the many years that we have been together. Our journey has been worthwhile, a mutual learning. In a manner of speaking, from our first meeting, the initial conversation I found her interesting. …
Sunday, and freezing mist has covered pavement with a quarter inch of ice. I will be satisfied with the cup of coffee from the kitchen. The short drive to the Starbucks on 3rd and State in Geneva would be a risk. I appreciate the hot rich astringent cup of Starbucks coffee, and anticipate the…
Yesterday was a day of wind and showers. These days of mid spring are fleeting and I did not want to delay taking pictures of flowers that I noticed in the neighborhood. I did my best given the wind to capture pictures of blooms along a white picket fence around the yard next door. …
Yesterdays rumination touched on the thought that love or the absence of love has to do with what takes place in the space between us. Love is not a substance but our description of a negotiation — of my sense of being, of my identity in juxtaposition with yours, in the relational space that…
Why not start with a song? An incisive, no-nonsense attempt to grasp what matters… Patience by Guns N, Roses 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Shed a tear ’cause I’m missin’ youI’m still alright to smileGirl, I think about you every day nowWas a time when I wasn’t sureBut you set my mind at…
I remember as child, to have a day off from school, away from the obligation, from the mental work/stress of learning, (the profession of childhood) was a release that filled me with anticipation. The times have changed, as change is the given, — that up-welling of joy remains the same. Our two grand children,…
Today is Sunday. My memory of yesterday is almost featureless. I recognize that is the aftermath of low blood sugar. Diabetics are aware of the condition. The remedy is easy under normal circumstances. Just consume something, fruit, a cookie, anything with sugar. I mention this to highlight how organic our sense of time is,…
