Another magnificent day, a morning all sunshine. I spoke with a friend about preparing for the growing season. He grows dahlias, and I grow vegetables. Nature is one of the bonds between us. Another bond, we see one another almost daily at the Geneva Starbucks. Perhaps both of us prefers dark roast coffee? Last…
This is Monday. There has never been a Monday like this Monday. Today received by my senses is infused with early spring sunlight. To compare with the past seasonal average, a day like this is unusual for Mid-March. Light warms the soil, rousing those dormant subterranean living things, a world invisible to us for…
Another Saturday morning at Starbucks. No two Saturdays are alike. With a backward look each of those Saturdays has its own character. After all change is another way of saying that time matters. Time is the ocean that buoys, supports, in which everything swims. I have been swimming for a few days toward the…
Blues suffuses from the speakers, and the room is alive with male and female melodic voices. This blends with a spirited tide of conversation coming from the tables, especially the big round table in the corner by the window. Starbucks, Tuesday morning. Today, the side streets are icy and hazardous. Someone mentioned that the…
These days I seldom dream. There have been periods of my life when dreams came often, sometimes with such intensity that when waking, the dream was so vivid, to be as persuasive as my mentally aware life. I remember when my mother died many years ago, sadness descended to ebb and flow for months….
An hour plus was spent reading Nietzsche’s account – the pre-Socratic philosophers struggle, one after another to “explain”, to express to their own satisfaction, the nature of Being. Is Being singular and indivisible? If so does that mean that all that we experience, the multiplicity and the change in every direction is illusion and…
St. Nicholas, Santa Claus, St. Nick is a Saint that continues to have a defined function. Not being raised Catholic, praying to any saint strikes me as strange, an out of sync movement in the symphony of survival. On the other hand perhaps my secular point of view is out of tune. I cannot…
Knowledge had rambled northwards to the region of the Dark Water, where he ascended the height of Imperceptible Slope, when it happened that he met with Dumb Inaction. Knowledge addressed him, saying, ‘I wish to ask you some questions: By what process of thought and anxious consideration do we get to know the Tao?…
Christmas is canceled in Bethlehem. Palestinian Christian leaders plan to forgo celebrations in solidarity with Gaza, The Washington Post reports. While reading my email bulletin from the New York Times a few minutes ago, this story prompted a pause. Much by the light of decency ought come to a halt while there is egregious…
Monday is gray outside with cloud cover. The light is muted, the leaves of Fall are almost all descended from branches. This is the week of Thanksgiving. Proclaimed as a national holiday by President Lincoln on October 3, 1863 in a context of the Civil War, the day was a bid for unity, and…
