Waking at my usual time, I confess being disoriented. I admit that my blood sugar was very low. On that account alone it is not surprising that my body, felt like it was Sunday. The calendar reads Tuesday. Well informed individuals know that the mind’s function depends upon the brain. The brain is an…
I subscribe to the New York Times Sunday edition. The diverse content, the quality of journalism and fine writing provide a weeks-worth of pleasurable reading. The Arts and Leisure section for Sunday the 12th (Easter) featured a piece entitled Searching for a Jesus Who Looks Like Me. The topic was the range of personal…
Social distancing, a general quarantine for good reason; the coronavirus, extremely infectious, has no treatment. If infected, one has minor or no symptoms. Alternatively after days of fever the virus progresses for replication in the lungs, requiring a ventilator to keep one alive, until one recovers or dies. What more motivation would one need…
It occurred to me that my Easter related commentary, no matter how heart felt, was certainly obtuse, and irrelevant to almost everyone who might happen upon those paragraphs. Religious categories, theological language does not figure in to the lives of my contemporaries. Easter as a religious event, to remember a resurrection, something that continues…
Granted it is unusual for someone who insists that Jesus is not God, or ‘a god’ on Easter morning to nevertheless be a fan. Yes, I am a big fan of Jesus, one of his proponents, one who is convinced by his message and by his style of encounter with his contemporaries …. Just…
Easter. The morning itself is straight forward enough. A soft light suffuses through the thin grey cloud cover. The green of spring under velvet light, light without shadow, no sharp edges, strikes me as as it should be. Things are not as they should be. Shadows abound, there’s blood, and one must take unceasing…
That word describes the response of the germ of life to the sun’s warmth. We see it all around this time of year. I noticed it yesterday. My camera helps me to be more careful as I take note of how fortunate it is to be alive to see all of this happening. The…
The day passed with no more than the usual fretfulness over the prospects of staying healthy. Also, hoping, praying that the economy and society will be intact, when the quarantine is lifted. I did the usual seasonal chores around the house and yard. It never occurred to me once that today was Good Friday. …
My wife mentioned that social distancing is expected to hold until the end of May. Not sure what that means. I doubt that I will be able to resume my past routine, trusting luck to hold out….. Even if one recovers from such a serious illness, surely the experience must be life altering. I…
It is Tuesday, April 7. Waking this morning, the mind clouded, a fog of mental disorientation, like glaucous light filtering through an aquarium, I reached over and snapped off the alarm on the clock radio. I believe I heard the opening notes of Dancing Queen by Abba coming from the speaker. At the conclusion…
