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 →
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: 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 →
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 →
The Attraction Is in the Details
Today’s #LongerView, “Questions Are the Helpers,” takes a trip to the circus but doesn’t stay. Been there. Done that. I will not find the helpers there but I do in the details of every day I live. Each is a much better attraction. Hope you enjoy the post. As always, I provide the swinging bench.... Continue Reading →
Why Mary Oliver Asked
All her life, Mary Oliver gave us “instructions for living,” being aware, delighted because of it, and “telling about it.” That was her poetry, line after line. Mary Oliver is gone but how grateful I am that she lived and told us about it. I don’t know how many of her poems are in my... Continue Reading →
Reflections: 365 Days Not Yet Lived
The dust of days, so often overlooked in favor of the clean slate, especially at the beginning of a year, 365 days not yet lived. It’s not without its inspiration, this charcoal slate with pine border, edged perfectly, and full-length piece of chalk ready to make dust, powdered words. To live only by clean slate... Continue Reading →
Where the Giving Season Lasts All Year
Today’s #LongerView slips through the portal to “The Magic at the End of the Lane,” a favorite place of mine for over a decade. I really cannot think of a better way to mark the giving season than to remember people who give every day. As always, I provide the swinging bench. I hope you enjoy... Continue Reading →
Reflections on a November Wind
It is a November wind that grounds me, as fall grows into winter, when darkness is greatest but light, in its slivers, wins the year. Increasingly, this is the most challenging time of the year for me. It’s less the darkness and more the coldness that has come to characterize North Florida winters. Ripe for... Continue Reading →
The Side-By-Side of Us
Like most people, I take an occasional break from Facebook and Twitter without having to announce it. I am more observer than participant so my absence is not noticed. People who know actually know me stay in touch. Social media is not an in-the-moment, completely present experience. It’s persona, rather than being present. It’s a... Continue Reading →