Exploring Mt Auburn, the beautiful garden cemetery in Cambridge, I wandered down Halcyon Garden Walk and saw inscribed on a…
All around us are stories; how can we find in them accounts of encounters? I addressed this question in the…
We need stories about encounters and encountering to contemplate and tell each other for information and inspiration. Of course, we…
Encounters are units of intrinsic value, sufficient in and of themselves, needing nothing additional from us. Even unintentional, they occur…
Slowly, slowly, wisdom gathers: Golden dust in the afternoon, Somewhere between the sun and me, Sometimes so near that I…
Read this morning the tragic story of the suicide of the ER doctor, overwhelmed by our Covid catastrophe. Heart-wrenching. And…
As I’ve grown farther (physically) from other people over these last months, I’ve grown closer to birds. A bird song…
Morning on the front porch. Notebook on my lap. Coffee mug on the table on my right. Then, what’s this?,…
The transcendent, a concept perplexing and provocative. I’ve referred to it several times in my posts. Why don’t I say…
In order to change the world, we have to revise our evaluation of what’s worth wanting. To do this, we…