The Falling Leaves
When a friend passes on, we are likely to run into spaces in our thoughts and feelings where we realize that a touchstone is...
Category: Companions in Time
Charades for One
On the bus ride home from his weekly supper at the Rising Sun Café, he was only half listening to the sound of passing...
Stations along the Way
This morning I read a few sentences about the body’s “energy centers” (also called the “cakras”), which line up along the front of the...
A Time Beyond my own Calendar
I don’t get out much, except for short excursions with a few friends, a few commitments (such as volunteering at the Road Runner Food...
Monday is Market Day
Barry thought he may still have vestiges of visual memory, although ‘memory’ didn’t seem the right word for what had survived from his first...
Denial: Not just a River in Egypt
When we are incredulous at what others believe, because for us the ‘facts’ are clear and unambiguous, we probably aren’t in touch with the...
A Chair by the Side of the Road
The Three Musketeers’ motto–“All for one and one for all”—is more than an expression of loyalty to companions-in-arms. It expresses a fundamental truth of...
A Tooth for a Tooth
If I could access memories of other lifetimes, would I recognize possibilities that are slipping by unnoticed in this one? Does George Santayana’s maxim—...
Stories of the Borderlands
Three books I’ve been reading in the past week each invoke, in different ways, the borders that show up in life. Earlier this week,...
Wending Which Way
The two lanes of traffic streaming past each other on roads and interstates seem unrelated to each other, except in the sense that some...