Too Much Talking

maybe it’s the age or the stage i’m in but it seems strange with so many words our messages remain muddled.   much said, volumes read, little solved. consensus cowers, dangles like limp laundry suspended on a back-yard clothesline.   constant chatter signifying nothing. everything, talked to death.   even Lazarus opts out, been here, …

Talkin’ to a Weed

Nature is full of surprises. Without trickery or manipulative devices, it can make a mockery of seeming impossibilities. * * * The ability to communicate is written in the genetic code of the universe.  Who are we to say that weeds can’t talk? Ok, maybe it is a reach to say that all nature can …

Sands of Time

The wisdom of the hourglass: Time is short, Opportunity is limited. Get to it. * * * An hourglass stands next to my morning coffee. Its redeeming function is to clear the mental cobwebs from my morning fog. It speaks without sound, far superior to the morning news of politicians spewing vitriolic voodoo on the …

Just Plain Luck

“Hey if it wasn’t for bad luck y’all, Oh, I wouldn’t have no luck at all.”  Ray Charles * * * I’ve been thinking about luck while sitting around listening to Ray Charles and icing an ancient knee inflamed from too much weed pulling. I’m having a conference with myself, the kind that leads nowhere …

The Ossified Bone

Ossification: The process of hardening into bone or a state of being molded into a rigid, conventional, sterile or unimaginative condition.   Webster * * * What you’re looking at above appears to be a fossilized leg bone of some long-departed creature. I picked it up while walking our hound dog on the beach. It lay …