Sunday morning is relatively quiet at the Marriott Bonvoy where we are staying. Louisville is in the South. Sunday is a traditional “day of rest” in the South. This is a reflection of the fundamentalist Christian history of the area. English Protestantism left a deep mark in this part of the country. I am…
Stop! Stop! Think for a moment. Light that left a distant star before your ancestors had language, only now is arriving before your eyes. The planet hurtles around our star at 67,000 miles per hour while I sit here drinking my hot beverage. You and I are living at a time when so many…
But you’ve gotta make your own kind of musicSing your own special songMake your own kind of musicEven if nobody else sings along. Once more lyric and melody by The Mama’s and the Pappa’s emanated above us at Starbucks. The voice of Cass Eliot was arresting. We interrupted our conversation to agree how much…
Saturday arrives. Brilliant with sunlight, a retention pond just outside Starbucks is full with recent rain, the surface dances white light, a plate of diamonds. Today stands to be a full one. The “big event” will be the pig-roast late in the day. A family member (who constructed the roaster over 20 years ago),…
Wednesday, late afternoon, I am thinking about multiple realities. I mean the singular fact, – “the real” is co-dependent upon the mind! What reality do you prefer? There is no single univocal, granite-like “real” no matter how comforting this ancient intuition has been for us. What’s real – is a feature of the synthetic…
The 2nd Friday in May is the warmest day so far in the week. The four “seasons” are linguistic conveniences: spring, summer, fall and winter. Nature is mute, except for us humans. It is our job to label, and we continue upon our crafting of symbols, which fit within the already existing universe of…
Wednesday is midweek. Another day of magnificent light… Perhaps I will be able to transport what remains of my mulch pile to a proper location somewhere in the yard. Life is a matter of making small adjustments, is it not? Small adjustments accumulate. The big picture is effected, transformed, made otherwise than if we’d…
A Springtime Tuesday rushes onward, a wave-force concealed under the surface. The wave builds and if you choose to ride you are uncertain as to what the veiled pulse of energy will become at the moment of crest. Do we need to know though, in order to enjoy the ride? Saturday of the past…
Saturday morning. My gaze is drawn to the window, to sunlight that streams into the room. The blue sky beckons me, thin gray clouds scuttling southward, drawing away from the dim glow of this screen (a necessary tool). Desire. What is desire? Desire is inclination for movement, for pleasure of bodily movement, the wind…
Zizhang said,“In the past Jie and Zhou reveled in being sovereignand possessed all the wealth in the world.If you now say to a grasping man, ‘Your conductis like that of Jie and Zhou,’ he will look contriteand will object to the charge,for even the smallest men despise them. Confucius and Mo Di, on the…
