Just felt like considering the message, or better, the zeitgeist of this song. I don’t usually mourn the passing of an actor, more than just making a mental note of their absence. With the passing of Patrick Swayze in 2009 it was different. I felt that an artist of rare ability, a dancer, had…
Reno is a friend who stops by to say hello nearly every morning, as I contemplate my computer screen at Starbucks. A bit of small talk is exchanged and sometimes a good story. Reno with a wry smile and irony in his voice told me of an experience on the job yesterday. He works…
Did you ever read about a frog Who dreamed of bein’ a king And then became one Well except for the names And a few other changes If you talk about me The story’s the same one… Heard this song played today and I knew that I had to write about it. It is…
Walked around the block early this morning. The early spring thunderstorm left the ground wet and the grass emerald green. I believe in the concept of resurrection, that newness seemingly comes out of nothing: ex nihilio. After winters deep sleep, the emergence of green, a constellation of tiny leaves covering the apple tree, robins…
How do I not ruminate on the meaning of Easter? Raised a fundamentalist Christian, I was and am shaped by the stories of the Bible, especially those of Christ’s passion. The facts of the story are grim, and the happy ending has been added by interpretation, a after-the-fact postscript. Life is like that though. …
Good Friday, two days before Easter Sunday is the day of commemoration of Jesus’s death. There are various of interpretations of Jesus’s death by Christians. The essential idea is that Jesus was a substitute, he died as a stand-in for everyone else. The word sacrifice is typically used. The ancient religious understanding of sacrifice…
The discussion touched upon interpreting the world as absurd. Surely this cannot mean a world that is chaotic, profoundly in contradiction, schizophrenic. The world to my observation exists as a manifold of Being in flux, a perpetual dance, adjusting to cyclical seasonal increase and diminution of temperature and light. The world just is. There…
I am reading material on Existentialism, a movement that emerged in post WW II Europe. Given the intense suffering, and the brutality of Nazi occupation it seems reasonable to me that an existentialist approach to life would have been persuasive. Life stripped of anchor points for humane value, — with the vantage point of…
We are well into spring. I worked with a rake clearing up the debris fallen from the two old blue spruce trees, winters leavings. Two garbage containers were filled with twigs, and pine cones. Butter cups are on the cusp of blooming. The tulips will be close behind. I was reminded of the nature…
Another day in paradise. I say paradise ironically. We live East of Eden, outside the gates of paradise. Or to put it another way with a lyric line from Hotel California, “This could be heaven or this could be hell…” I heard about the cruise missile strike on the Syrian airbase. Shortly afterward I…
