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…
…this culture puts a great emphasis on relationships in the intimate sphere, especially love relationships. These are seen as the prime loci of self-exploration and self-discovery and among the most important forms of self-fulfillment. This view reflects the continuation in modern culture of a trend that is now centuries old and that places the…
Continuing to consider what I just finished reading in The Ethics of Authenticity by Charles Taylor. My identity, this awareness of agency that I entertain, – can be described as self-creation, an arduous project of construction. The American Psychological Association writes: self-formation as authenticity is the active, intentional process of shaping your identity based…
Sunday arrives… Perhaps a ritual ought to be instituted for greeting a sunrise, a simple and brief gesture, maybe a poem to recognize waking as a beginning, another creation of ourselves, of the world. Sunlight fuels everything. Change is what we mean by the dance of energy, the thermodynamic flow. Would I enjoy earning…
At last Friday is here. Retired, five or so years are in the rear view mirror, I only have a memory of deadlines, of moral and financial and administrative accountability with co-workers and customers. That was my life. All is change, and everything, no exceptions has its season. All is now, – a flow…
Saturday begins on a mellow note. The coffee here at Starbucks is hot, astringent, a bracing effect – just as I like it. I know, I know that it’s an acquired taste. Only three of us now occupy the customer area. Each reads quietly. A coffee shop is a public space dedicated in part…
