"Good work,” my neurologist said, adding, “easy for me to say.” We were discussing my relapsing-remitting cervical myelopathy. “It's pretty much a full-time job," was my response which did not surprise him but did me. In over 40+ years of chronic auto immune disease, I refused to see it as my full-time anything. Just the... Continue Reading →
Republic, Will We Find Our Way?
Today’s #LongerView, “Ours to Lose,” is about the art of republic, ours to lose at any time and we have come close. This is another one of those times. No truth ever lasts for it is not stagnant. It evolves. Republic is no less but will we find our way to it once again? Frankly,... Continue Reading →
Enough to Make Us a Little Larger
I have a single document of quotations, my latest method of holding onto words that say so much so succinctly. I write about words of others to see where mine take me. So, as I was browsing through my quotable pages, I found Paul Klee’s “a single day is enough to make us a little... Continue Reading →
World Without Prism
The longer I live, the less certain I am about anything. I'm not overthrowing the known for the unknown or vice versa, much less seeking balance. Some days are just without bounds. I'm just trying to stay present to the chaos. It seems the only place of worth. Increasingly, the world is dark, where money... Continue Reading →
Reflections: When the Fall is Certain
All life in this dimension has its seasons but some cycles are smoother than others. The #DailyDose isn’t always easy to swallow, especially when seasons change. Fall, once my favorite time of year, foreshadows the leaving of hot and humid summer, green becoming yellow or orange but brittle nonetheless, a forecast of the future, subtropical... Continue Reading →
Reflections: A Storm Is Still Coming
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day… Sentinel squirrel, cloaked in brown, white chest bared, standing atop the highest loblolly pine branch. In the distant blue sky, the red shouldered hawk soars. Sighted or no? Life and death matters on Monday morning but to squirrel and hawk, one day lasts a moment. Hurricane Dorian, the storm... Continue Reading →
For Everyone There Is a Gumby
Rather than play, I practice. There’s so much to learn and nothing to lose. Obviously, I lack the competitive edge, always have. For me, “the only way to win is to refuse to play" (Seth Godin). It is only in the last 10 years that I developed a lifelong practice, and that did not happen... Continue Reading →
Fascism, a False Twilight
It is the belief in story that takes me to truth, blinding as it always is. I used to think it was the act of writing, taking pen to paper, speaking words to screen but it was never about the act. It was the deed itself, the voice that will not be denied. Maybe that’s... Continue Reading →
Still a Room with a View
Today’s #LongerView, “The Cable Guy Meets Old,” is about life around my apartment complex. Mostly, it’s a good one but it’s changing and just what that will look like for most of us isn’t quite clear but I am among the more fortunate for I still have a room with a view. This is one... Continue Reading →
Full of Fault and Grace
A while back, Seth Godin wrote a great post about the response, “I don’t like your work,” emphasizing the importance of someone taking the time to respond. Time may or may not be money but for everyone, it has worth. Some who know me don’t like my work but so far, they still like me... Continue Reading →