This tune has always caused me to shiver inwardly. It is Purple Rain by Prince and The Revolution. The lyrics are simple on the surface, but I think it is the image of purple rain and the sweeping, fat and luscious, and sometimes slashing guitar chords that get the job done. For me the…
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…
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Excerpt from The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) I have no words. There is nothing more to say.
