I always write first thing in the morning. My mind works best then. If I can lay some good words down, doing my best, I face the rest of the day with a “can do” attitude. I did not show up this morning, because Mother Nature kicked my ass. I suffered through the night…
I didn’t post anything on Christmas day. My schedule was tight and I chose to sleep-in anyway, –a Christmas present to myself. Today I have the luxury of looking back at Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Do they not belong together? I went for a run in the neighborhood on Christmas eve. I must…
We sang Christmas carols last night. It is a rare treat to sing carols. We have lots of music; it is everywhere, digital. I have several Spotify play lists that I sometimes enjoy. But I miss singing, especially at Christmas time. I could attend church. But I have not attended for years. I have…
Waking before light, shaking off a nightmare–I wanted to write and post this poem by T. S. Eliot, The Journey of The Magi. Life, your life and my life, can be thought of as a journey. If I dare to pay attention the journey is troubled, fraught with hazard. The friction of living can…
13 Now when they had departed, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, “Rise, take the child and his mother, and flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you, for Herod is about to search for the child, to destroy him.” 14And he rose and…
I diffidently attended a concert a few days ago. That would be a first for me. I have laid down the purchase price for many concert tickets over the years. Most were expensive, but an experience which I eagerly anticipated. Often the opportunity to see and hear an artist perform live, to feel the…
Brenden asked if I had written yet about “the soup.” I had not. But only because I was working on a larger, time consuming project. At the Long Grove Coffee Shop, Brenden, the in-house chef for the Long Grove Confectionary, brings in a pot of his specialty soup to the Coffee Shop. Arriving later…
Yesterday I began to write a response to Martin Heidegger’s, What Is Metaphysics? lecture delivered in 1929. I am quite taken by Heidegger’s words. They strike me as revolutionary, as transgressive in this 21st century as they were when they were uttered. Who thinks and writes about metaphysics anymore? The metaphysical flame reduced to…
At the end of the year Time Magazine selects a Person Of The Year. This time around Time chose a category of individual: the “guardians” for truth, that is four journalists who persisted in writing, in reporting truth at great cost to themselves, imprisonment and loss of their lives. One of the guardians for…
As the year comes to a close we can look back upon lessons learned, or lessons we searched for –but really weren’t there. Best of all, time is time we spent with friends. Philosophy is not a solitary activity. Philosophy is a journey that is made in the company of others, much like the…
