Friday is supposed to be an unlucky day. Was not Judas the thirteenth guest at the finale dinner party? Thursday evening was the time for that gala. The next day, was anything but “good”. Never be beguiled by convention, a tagline foisted upon unsuspecting by a faceless, and self-interested priest-craft. Because it’s old does…
Thursday at Starbucks, seven baristas, each is performing his/her task. To my eye, the vibe received, a choreograph of patterns purrs. Parked vehicles move in turn to the open drive-up window. A beverage with breakfast item ordered just a few minutes before is handed through the window to the customer. This is an effortless…
The Great Way runs to left, to right, the ten thousand things depending on it, living on it, accepted by it. Doing its work, it goes unnamed. Clothing and feeding the ten thousand things, it lays no claim on them and asks nothing of them. Call it a small matter. The ten thousand things…
There is one Way that is the proper course of all that lives and from which all things flow and one Power that animates and perfects all things, and they together are at one and the same time the dynamisms of nature, of practical endeavor, of social and political life, and of spiritual truth….
Divine Ya Ya. The phrase appeals to me! There’s thunder and lightning in that phrase! I completed Rob Brezsny’s email on the topic of fate. Read his post: Fate Bait click here. (Brezsny used the phrase, Divine Ya Ya.) Fate is an interpretation of life as subservient to the effect of prior causes… A…
Saturday. What will the day bring? I have a vague notion. What is possible? Who will circumstance bring my way? What will we fashion by means of words, and by the visceral body language of encounter? Shall we join the dance! A song to energize the way for us. Jesse by Carly Simon. Oh…
Mid afternoon Thursday and I hope to find precise words to describe my latest thoughts about morality. Humans are inordinately concerned with morality. We are the most complicated of all mammals. Wolves, otters, and elephants have a species appropriate manner of associating. A wolf learns to recognize the alpha, to give that male “leader”…
Wednesday comes as another “bonus” day. To be alive, in order to self-reflect is a miracle, an improbable event. As the years click by, I attempt to assess the way I have come, to reflect upon those I have known and how circumstances have constrained us, and do so even now. Many have been…
More remains to be said about the Kentuckiana Pride celebration event. In the interest of disclosure, I am retired, a “straight” male, and a recovering Christian fundamentalist. That last element still has weight, even after all of these years. My upbringing is still in view even as in a rear-view mirror. Our day was…
A gray and rain-soaked Sunday morning, I take sip after sip of hot coffee to dispel a sense of funk. Until late in Saturday evening my attention was focused upon family related responsibility, the privilege of celebrating graduation of a grandson from high school. This is the milestone-dividing line between childhood and adulthood. Learning…
