How to get started this morning. Last night’s sleep was troubled. Dreams, all unpleasant, but those have come infrequently lately. I realize that each of us has a young vulnerable child within. What child does not have a nightmare from time to time? It’s a big world and there are monsters about! But morning…
The Cannes Film Festival is in progress, Tue, May 17 – Sat, May 28. The New York Times reported on the festival in the email dispatch that I received this morning. I was captivated by the quote used in a speech by Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky. Perhaps the Russian war to obliterate Ukraine is the…
Monday, the workday is pleasant, seventy degrees or so. I am thankful for the common grace of an exquisite balance of sunlight, rainfall, and Nature’s denouement of new life. A few days ago I installed a statue of a rabbit in our backyard, a memorial to the fecundity of Nature. This tune approaches perfection. …
A hard, cold rain is falling. I know that it’s spring. The days will grow longer and warmer, as sure as the axis of the earth inclines the northern hemisphere incrementally toward the sun. Nature is reliable, a human concept. “Reliable” is a euphemism for inexorable cause and effect. Sometimes I take comfort in…
It is Monday morning. I am in a hotel room in Springfield Missouri. Unaccountably I slept well last night. There is much to subvert a good night’s sleep, the bits and pieces of “the news” that one would rather not think about. Often the knowledge of things I would rather not say out loud,…
It is Thursday. A morning sun shines in brilliance. Nature is awakens ! I can feel it. If you are a church-going person, today would be Maundy Thursday, a commemoration of the “last supper.” Perhaps you remember the painting by Leonardo da Vinci? How ironic that an aspect of that final week, was a…
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…
Monday morning, 7 AM the sun already some distance above the horizon toward the river, illuminates a pearl gray sky. It is overcast. Gray, gray, gray is pronounced over and over by my grand daughter. She is two and a half and delights to learn the name of colors. Gray is the color of…
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…
Thursday morning. I am existentially feel disoriented. Just read an account of the war in Ukraine, a story about proximity fused mines left by the retreating Russians. These mines explode when a sensor detects a person passing by, scattering shrapnel in a 50 foot radius. My imagination conjures up a Terminator movie… This is…
