I wake up today and discover my peace of mind has been hijacked. It’s being held hostage inside of a bubble and floating in the air of ‘elsewhere.’ ********** It dawns on me that I’ve been squandering precious time wandering around aimlessly in the world of others, in some ethereal wonderland of elsewhere. An escape …
Year: 2018
I’ve finally reached the bottom of ideas when dust is the only subject that comes to mind. But dust is a fact of life. My History app said May 11th 1934 is called “Black Sunday.” A fierce wind whipped up a gigantic dust storm across the Midwest. It tore topsoil from the parched earth and …
“Sometimes it’s hard to know what to do.” Charles Bukowsky ********** I wake up and discover I’m still stuck. My morning mind is a fog. It hovers in the dangling inconsistencies of a fading dream that seems to have come from nowhere. It spins like a record stuck in a groove, relentlessly repeating its meaningless …
It’s not hard for the hidden memories to find us. Often just showing up in life wakes them up. ********** Ah, April, the barefoot days of youth begin. Who forgets? Memories persist, never die, though they lie buried, Sleeping at peace in the inner chambers of our souls, Like us, like nature, waiting to live …
Goodbye Clint, you made our day. Hasta la vista, Arnold. Sorry, 007, your license to kill expired. The enemy is still among us…weeds. It’s time weeds get some respect. Common as dirt. Indestructible. Permanent eradication is impossible. They scoff at Roundup. They drink chemicals for champagne cocktails. They eat lawns with impunity and laugh gardeners …
An Easter Message “Simon Peter said unto them, I go fishing.” John 21:3 Easter opens the door for spring. It elevates our spirits in a renewal of the earth’s grandeur. For Christians it’s also a time of quiet reflection and a vicarious reliving of the events surrounding the final days of Jesus’ life. For those …
Strange things can happen living along the coast of Georgia. One day I talked to an oak tree. Let me tell you about it. Oak trees possess mystical spirits. Besides being great to climb as a kid, they are iconoclastic and do things backwards, sort of a stick-in-the-eye to protocol. Like shedding leaves in the …
Life has its own intent…our part is to just show up. ********** Life offers up to us certain simple moments of pleasure. Maybe not always big ones, like the thrill of love, or the terror of skydiving. They’re different for everyone. Early morning coffee is one of mine. It’s difficult to describe the joy to …
March blows in a special memory to me. So refreshing, in fact, even my bare feet remember it. Let me tell you about it. ********** Growing up I never found much use for March, except for my birthday and going barefoot again. March is like some double-minded people I know: unstable in all their ways. …
One of the signature pastimes of any true Southerner is piddling around. It’s a cultural art form. ********* It’s Saturday morning. I sit around the pool deck, piddling. How do I know it qualifies as piddling? Read on, I’ll tell you. Maybe you’ve never thought about piddling. Yet, maybe you piddle without even knowing it. …