Saturday morning at a crowded Starbucks. What is to be done? Concentrate, focus upon the task at hand? I mean, the search for words, to wait until sensations, the reciprocal response of the body to a world sparks thought, a response… This space, the remodeled corner of 3rd and State in Geneva expresses the…
It is Friday. In my working years, every week had a frontier. The near border was Monday, the starting line where one accelerates to “get ahead.” What in the name of sanity did the intention of “getting ahead” mean? The relativity of everything was unnoticed, I was enthralled with what I had written, my…
It is late November, a winter chill has arrived. The “wintery mix,” a covering of fine ice crystals and rain is a reminder that the tilt of the earth’s axis away from the sun means winter is sure. That is the truth. What is meant by winter can be counted upon, preparation ought to…
The poet Murel Rukeyser said the universe is composed of stories, not atoms. The physicistWerner Heisenberg declared that the universe ismade of music, not matter. And we believe that if you habitually expose yourselfto toxic stories and music, you could wind up livingin the wrong universe, where it’s impossible tobecome the gorgeous genius you were born…
A world without suffering is easy to imagine. Every human that has lived, members of our species, we language enabled mammals, finding ourselves thrown into this world, experience pain on many accounts. To avoid pain, to seek pleasure is and has been universal. A world without suffering has been a theme of countless legends,…
I am a fan of civilization. The comfort of this Starbucks, the soothing background music, the efficient and professional-polite barista, and this “just right” hot cup of delicious coffee, all appeal to me. Is this what is meant by civilized, polite society? I mean a society calibrated to ensure security and comfort for those…
Attempting to wrap my mind around this insight – I inwardly shiver. To become well educated in the contemporary sense means a grasp of cause and effect, of a mechanical notion of reality, that events, even occasions of unspeakable enormity, of power so destructive that ordinary words cannot serve, – are no longer divine…
A visit to the Saturday morning Farmer’s Market is something we look forward to. On the street between vendor stalls, I remember the excitement of childhood: the sky is blue, I hear the conversation and laughter of our Batavia neighbors. A majority of us work indoors. Is is not natural to be out of…
Didn’t post yesterday. Fall chores at home, then to the Batavia Farmer’s Market. A Farmer’s Market is a party, as well as an opportunity to participate in the life-sustaining exchange. Our human species prefers civilization. Civilization is wedded to infinite processes of soil, water, seed & plant, sun, atmosphere, every scintilla of which is…
Each day passes, election day is closer to us. Perhaps today I will fill out my mail-in ballot, and be satisfied that I have expressed my will for the texture of the future for all that live here, not just here, for the world. There is much that I wish were different about the…
