Thinking

Cogito ergo sum…I think therefore I am.   Rene Descartes *** Bogey greets the red fire hydrant. It’s on our morning walk route. It’s a magnet for him, and others. Not me, I’m not a dog, but I can relate to the call of nature. It’s the island’s puppy post office, the pee-mail deposit center. Today …

Until the Bitter End

  Nature is a lender; its ledgers are precise. The loan always comes due, sooner or later. A couple weeks ago the sports sections set on fire the course of nature. Tom Brady, the celebrated NFL quarterback, is back. Mass hysteria ensued. The fans were delirious, the bookies recalculated their algorithms, and the Bucs increased …

Choosing Sides

Players assemble. Sides are chosen. Game on. Once upon a time we played sand-lot softball behind the schoolhouse gym on Sunday afternoons. The Olympic stadium it was not. Bases could be anything—rocks, tin cans, sticks. The pitcher’s mound was flat and there were no referees. Who needed referees, we handled our own calls? The playing …

Fingers

Count them.  You have ten.  What are you doing with them? * * * Last Saturday was brutally cold on the beach. Hypothermia stalked walkers. Why, later in the day it was possible to find fingers littering the beach, fingers that had frozen and fallen off like the last vestiges of a once fiery but …

An Offhand Comment

Hope is needed for the new year, but it begins as a wadded-up mess. This past week consisted of name-calling, finger pointing and character assassinations over the demise of democracy. Where? Why, in the hallowed halls of higher power where the clown charade performs. Business as usual there. Confusion reigns. Can Hope live again? The …

So Much Sand

Let come what comes, let go what goes. See what remains.  * * * Here we go again, a new year, a new beginning.  Whoopee. Give this baby a good spank, get it breathing, screaming, wild for life. Then hug it, kiss it, embrace it. It’s ours now. What will we do with it? Say …