Mr. X and Mrs. G.
I don’t think often of Mr. Escobar, but he came to mind a few days ago when my writing group spent 12 minutes riffing...
Yearly Archives: 2017
A Cart Drawing a Horse
Here I sit on a Tuesday, my self-prescribed blog post day, wondering what to write about. It crosses my mind that inspiration is supposed...
Leaning in our Direction
In spite of our practical certainty that the world we live in exists independently of our perceptions of it, it seems likely that what...
Fundamentally Supportive
“Past, present, and future interact in the undivided dynamic of a circle or a wheel, offering one another fundamental support” Tarthang Tulku, “Knowledge of...
The MS Fall (a poem by Ken McKeon)
The Rhythm of Rising and Falling It feels so much better to recognize something we can do with challenging issues, than to document our...
Building a Bridge while walking across it
My apologies go out to anyone who logs on here hoping to read something original, interesting, or useful. I persist in writing something here...
Convening of the Board
I: I am the one who initiates, carries out, and monitors the progress of all decisions. Me: That’s...
What our Big Sister can teach us
“Nature may well manifest its own forms of knowledge, apart from the knowledge that human beings lay claim to. For instance, we use the...
Sorry that my Thank You card is late
From my journal entry of 8/18/17: “My mother would have been 99 today”. Perhaps that thought set me to imagining myself talking with people...
A Doorway of Dream
S felt sympathetic with their houseguest, who was spending a few days with them after her miscarriage. He felt “sympathy” for her, but when...