Soon, very soon the two year old in the house will awaken. Will she remember it is Christmas morning? This is the time! It is a point in time when she will begin to learn what the myth, what the tradition, what the practice of Christmas means. The meaning of Christmas cannot be reduced…
Are there not many ways to think about, well everything? Certainly! Who would disagree. Several days ago, I posted a reflection about Christmas that was about change, about illusion, and about “reality.” At the time I wanted to tell a post-modern story of an event that has occurred for over two millennia. Early today when…
What is beautifulis the object in its drapery,under its veil, in its hideout. …The task of art criticism is notto lift the veil but rather,through the most precise knowledge of itas a veil, to raise itself for the first timeto the true view of the beautiful. …The only way to view beautyas a secretis…
Several days have passed without posting. That is a first I believe. I aspire to write something everyday as a necessary discipline to improving ability to express with words thoughts that swirl, partly formed in my mind. Temporarily locked out of my blog due to insufficient care with a password, at last I found…
The holiday season approaches. First up, Thanksgiving is on the last Thursday of this month. The day of feasting is about nothing less than what the day is called. Thanksgiving is the holiday I appreciate the most. I do not mind helping with the preparations in the kitchen, peeling potatoes is my area of…
Sunday morning is windy, with a light rain. I cannot complain as the trees need moisture. Soon the ground will freeze… Vegetation will begin the winter season of sleep. Life can be hard. And life can be serendipitous, — the feel of a strange looking rock you happened to find, in your pocket. Is…
Monday promises to be a warm Fall day. I’d like lose myself in Fall. I will carry forward the outside Fall cleanup in the yard. Fall presents much to be done, to prepare the house and surrounding area for the cold months. Work is beneficial to interdict the mind’s inclination to endlessly speculate about…
The sun rose this morning like a god. The air was tinged with frost. The first frost is late in the season. I felt relief at this awaited sign of seasonal change. Is not frost, the cold an ascetic exercise in paring of life, a reduction to the essence of things? And what does…
Shortly we leave Asheville. The drive through the Blue Ridge mountains to Lexington promises to be spectacular. Passing through the mountains at any time is breath taking. At the peak of fall color change, the views will be extraordinary. Perhaps I will attempt to capture the splendor with some photos. A photograph never does…
We reached Asheville. The drive from Greenville, S.C. to Asheville was barely more than an hour. The dogwoods in the foothills flamed blood red. The color change is beginning, though I do not think there has been a frost yet. Seated in the breakfast room of the Holiday Inn I overhear a conversation between…
