I participated in a video conferencing philosophy discussion group last night. Given the images, screen facsimiles of acquaintances, along with audio, it was an enjoyable session. I greatly miss the face to face, embodied dialog of the pre covid-19 era. It is unclear if or when we will return to the traditional mode of…
A magnificent morning. The social distancing, self quarantine precaution against coronavirus does not mean that sunlight, green grass, the budding trees cannot be appreciated. Indeed, for me this is the foundation of religion. I am alive. We are alive. We, the human community live, in relation to the cosmos, sky, land, the red tulip,…
Saturday. Today if I am fortunate I will find a Bonsai, a miniature tree trained to grow, beautiful, in a dish. You’ve seen them. The cultivation of Bonsai is an artform perfected in Japan, originating in China. A Bonsai is a fragment of nature, confined and cared for, in order to disclose the beauty…
The day dawned with spring sunlight streaming through the trees. I left for a short 5 minute drive to the outpatient lab for a fulfillment of a blood work order. For a diabetic the quarterly blood panel work up discloses the balance of health, or a possible downward spiral… I was met in the…
Today, Saturday begins almost as if the abstraction, the day of the week label is useless, without significance. The routine of work, the necessary expenditure of effort with others, to meet basic needs, — having been interrupted by a quarantine, any day seems like any other. The distinction is lost, of work schedules texturing…
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…
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…
