Every Day Zen
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Rumi says, “as you start to walk on the way, the way appears.” It is not troll-free nor has it ever been. Trolls have always been available to distract and sow discord. Theirs is not a world of substance but nothing stuns a troll like silence. If there is no reaction, if no one “bites... Continue Reading →
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 →
In “Every Time He Shakes His Tail,” I remember my last year in graduate school, specifically the month of March, just six weeks before graduation. I almost didn’t graduate, and I would have been fine with that but it was not to be. Mostly what I remember from that time is discovering writing. That alone... Continue Reading →
When you are trying to change the questions, you have to realize that many people are quite resistant to such a change. They like the answers they have. Stanley Hauerwas Q&A Answers, boxes of questions cornered. What to do and not, each easily rising to a reason d’etre until change comes creeping in fury.... Continue Reading →
