Easter, April 1st, and my birthday. The sun rises brilliant, warm, and smooth jazz is playing inside at Starbucks. Easter is the day by which we all celebrate our good fortune to be alive. And it’s sheer good fortune, our number came up in the lottery of Nature. Sometimes things happen which remind us…
Yesterday was Good Friday. I took a rare weekday off from the office. Since Jesus died inconveniently, ignominiously on a Friday, it seemed right to take the day to consider the way of his journey, and of mine. Do we not all die? Birth and death are momentous events that we all have in…
The day is overcast, air temperature at 34 degrees, no wind–as if Nature is at the fold point. Spring is soon to be felt, experienced, seen in the tender green shoots emerging from the black earth, seeking light, warmth, life. Life is a mystery, impervious to our intelligence. We describe it variously, but do…
What an evening at Starbucks! The long table at the end of the room was full. Over an hour and a half of impassioned exchange of ideas followed. The conversation was in the main about the “great chain of being” with a segue into Mandelbrot fractals, a demonstration of which we enjoyed from Gary’s…
There is a gentle rain falling outside. It is supposed to rain all day. The spring rain will encourage the green shoots to emerge, enlivening the melodious birds. Soon they will raise their families. There is a co-joined harmony between seasonal vegetation, and conscious life forms, humans included, that find a habitat, resources of…
A destiny, oh it’s the rising sun I was born, a shotgun in my hands Behind the gun I’ll make my final stand, yeah That’s why they call me Bad company I can’t deny -lyrics, Bad Company by Bad Company The sun shines with brilliance this morning. It rises as a strong athlete arching…
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’ –Desperado lyrics by Glenn Frey, Don Henley There’s a lot of talk about freedom going around. Seems like more talk than ever. Perhaps the talk is in inverse proportion to the degree/quality of freedom that we are currently experiencing? When one has enough of…
Wednesday, closing in on the end of March. I understand that the east coast is being ripped by the forth Nor’easter this year, more wet snow and high winds. I am sad for those who live along the coast and in New York. I know that climate change is the consequence of the life…
I found it impossible to write this morning. My mind ruminated on the possible outcomes of the challenges represented by my to-do list for Monday. A rolling-tangle of dark anxiety was all that I could come up with. I staggered inwardly with nothing to say. Silence is preferable to adding to any readers quotient…
Received an email from a friend yesterday informing me of his enthusiasm for Antonio Damasio’s book, The Strange Order of Things. The work is about the importance of story telling. To say that story telling is important is to greatly underestimate the matter. I do not think it is possible to understand how our…
