How I See Myself
A couple of mornings ago, I was doing my usual half hour of practice when an insight dropped into my mind: I seemed to...
Tag: memory
Remembering All over Again
When you’ve read the work of a particular author, and one of his phrases becomes popular, chances are you’ll feel in sync with its...
Stirring the Caldron of Time
As I opened the fridge door and wondered what would take the edge off my hunger, before I want out for my walk, I...
A Pain in the Neck
What causes an old memory to return, like Little Bo Peep’s sheep or like a painted horse spinning off a carousel we are surprised...
The Wind has Returned.
You may have been here last week, rifling the wind chimes, disturbing the sleepy quiet of branches as they open to the Spring Equinox...
A Call from Memory
A church bell just rung for the second time this morning, as I’m sitting over a first cup of coffee in the town of...
Waving to the Other Side
In times of yore (long before I was born), writers who set out to explore the mysteries of the past would invoke the Muse...
Consulting the Oracles of Time
In a memoir there is always a present time from which a shepherd, tending the flock of memories, sends out his rescue missions. And...
“Time—Enter Stage Right”
“But the plan of action is determined And the end irrevocably sealed. I am alone; all round me drowns in falsehood: Life is not...
“The Gyre of Time”
“The culprit and the life giver is the dung and its smell of fresh air”, “Dr. Zhivago”, Boris Pasternak. Today, April 2. 2018, I...