It is snowing. There is purity in a cover of snow. That’s how I’d prefer life. In my imagined world, in paradise all would be love, peace and harmony. In this world there is friction and response. That is all that you can expect. And sometimes there’s violence, immediate, extreme, murderous. Survival and…
Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower By Rainer Maria Rilke Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change….
Saturday, late February, and out-of-doors is bitter cold. This is the cold season, a time suited for reflection. Waking early, making my way to Starbucks, two thoughts were looping in my mind. I checked my iphone news feed soon after rising. I felt relief that Ukraine is not yet fighting, dying to fend off…
Took a walk yesterday; a mid-winter warmup, the sidewalk was melted clear of ice. Walking past Almond Marsh I felt sad, resonating with the gray sky, the muted brown of the decaying cattails. The melt water was a sheen of reflected light upon an ice covered marsh. The world before me appeared ethereal drained…
“Moments are torn from us,” Seneca wrote. “The whole future lies in uncertainty.” Fortune behaves as she pleases, he wrote. As we’ve talked about before, life comes at you fast. It doesn’t rhyme, it doesn’t reason, it doesn’t care about your wants or needs—it just is. All we can do is accept the uncertainty…
Where would I be without a few good friends, without my family? To imagine how different my life could be, I would have never known about books which have changed my life. There’s music which has transformed by sense of self, my being in the world, that I would never discover without a recommendation….
A child’s face is so moving, it is not that the child is more movingor that [she] has more of a right to happiness than the others:it is that [she] is the living affirmation of human transcendence;[she] is on the watch, she is an eager hand held out to the world,[she] is a hope,…
I am not a fan of Heavy Metal music. That would be an understatement. If offered free tickets I would not attend a concert. However I have friends who are fans of Heavy Metal. There’s something about a song, or a band, or a composer that resonates with a chord in one’s own soul. …
Early morning, I left the house, the sun was a fiery ball at the tree line across a frozen river. The vehicle temperature gauge read +2 degrees. A song was playing on the local radio station. I am certain the poets, lyricists, playwrights, are the ones who show us the metaphors, perform the scenes…
For Homo Sapiens to live is to be aware of loss. I doubt that is the case for any other mammal. Language, the ability to think and to communicate with symbols allows us to contemplate time in the abstract, with memory of a past, and an imagined future. We are unable to live solely…
