This morning I was moved by the description in the New York Times of the hundreds of criminal prosecutions in the aftermath of the January 6 uprising at the Capitol in Washington. This from the Times: If someone is being criminally prosecuted, there’s often some dysfunction in their past. But I’ve been struck by…
The mother, too, is a metaphor. It is necessary and sufficient that the best of herself be given to woman by another woman for her to be able to love herself and return in love the body that was “born” to her. Touch me, caress me, you the living no-name, give me my self…
Monday, glorious Monday morning… Awaking late, I discovered a day of sunlight softly filtered by a milky-blue sky. For mid-August, today the 15th, air temperature is delightfully pleasant. Why don’t I return to the backyard, lay down in the grass, to gaze at the sky in utter bliss? I feel that I should, or…
A persistent rain is falling. I am happy to see it. Trees will benefit from taking a deep drink of fresh water. These mornings are rare. They are a precious cue to reflection about the kid who still lives within. You know, — that kid who “hated” rain days, always longed to be out-of-doors,…
Sunday morning almost 9 AM and a steady rain falls. Days of gentle rain are few it seems to me. Weather seems more hot. Rain comes after extended dry spells, in a torrent. Climatologists expect the trend to continue. What is to be done? That is the question. Life requires incremental exchange. A rapid,…
I read an email this morning from a friend expressing anguish at the juxtaposition between the stunning accomplishments of mankind culturally and scientifically with the despoliation of Nature and the consequent global warming and climate catastrophe. It is hard to conceive of anyone now living who is not aware of the event of climate…
Yesterday the Amateur Philosophers Discussion Group convened in the corner at the round table at Starbucks. We discussed a topic “the right of belief” using a essay by professor Daniel DeNicola to launch us into dialog. The exchange between the nine of us was down-to-earth, directly tied to individual past histories, and to recent…
Another day in paradise… The thought often comes to me here at Starbucks, standing at the counter speaking to the barista. I know him by name and he already knows the type of coffee that I am in habit of ordering. Sometimes I say the phrase out loud and Noah smiles. We agree, a…
How can I say this? A conversation with a friend yesterday remained in my psyche. Upon waking I recalled what he said about his experience with Medicare and the Veterans Administration. His story was not a happy one. I reflected upon the rules that constrain receiving medical care benefits that one is qualified for,…
In a state of vertigo this morning, feeling my way along hoping the words come. Yesterday while concentrating to write an entry for another day, I discovered that a few weeks ago my aunt passed away. I was not aware she was ill. I visited with her a year ago in North Carolina. She…
