The end of the work week has arrived; a grey overcast winter day with a forecast of snow. Would we be better off if we did not know what is coming? Would we live more contentedly in the present moment, since less about the future would be displayed for speculation on our cell phone…
Music is a blessed respite from the grime, the contamination of day to day politics, commerce, the trade offs that must be made in order for life to go on. I get it, this is not Paradise, this is East of Eden. I do not live in a rose garden. My opportunity, along with…
Exchanged emails with a friend last night. He is a Trump supporter. I am not. I asked him how it is that he is such a Trump-man when his people were immigrants. Perhaps I will hear from him later this morning. We are friends so he will likely have some answer for my consideration. …
for a wall along the southern border. I watched the local five o’clock news on ABC. Becoming drowsy and I fell asleep while watching. I awakened with the realization that the National News broadcast was in progress. I saw images of an iced over highway with a tractor-trailer sliding in slow motion to slam…
A year come and another gone. We celebrate for what? The easy answer is life is short, and one must seize any opportunity to make merry with friends that comes along. That’s an answer that we can depend upon. I think that we also celebrate in hope. The opportunities entailed in the next twelve…
I am not a fan of White Snake. If it takes only one song to make one a fan, then Here I go Again, seals the deal. I envy musicians. Surely it must feel “god-like” to stand before thousands of people with a guitar, or a keyboard and sing that one song which you…
A subtext is a unifying thematic melody that extends underneath, present, intermittently sensible in a larger work. Seated at Starbucks reading silently Anthony O’Hear’s Science Art and the Human World, a challenging work of philosophy of science, a familiar tune playing on the PA came to my awareness. Along with the seasonal Christmas carols…
Why is the Buddha depicted with a countenance of calm, exuding an inner peace with circumstances as they may be? Nirvana. Nirvana is described variously as a mind and heart that accepts things as they happen to be. I’ve never met anyone who has achieved that. A few individuals seemed closer than I to…
Awakened an hour later than usual this morning. I barely remember the alarm which I somehow squelched. Consciousness returned at 7AM at which time I rose from sleep. Attended a gallery opening in Waukegan for the work of photographer Frank Styburski. A consequence of an evening rich with wonder at the stories told…
It is a Wednesday morning. Sunlight floods into the window at Starbucks. Warmth, light, life– gifts of nature, no charge. The coffee on the other hand costs, but the deal is quite fair for a large cup of pure comfort. Do I write about a jetliner that went down? It plunged into the sea…
