Every Day Zen
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 →
Dear America, As I write on the eve of the Second Civil War, the Left launches a weapon of mass distraction all its own--wit. If news of the Second Civil War has not yet touched your lands, it is news you will welcome. Conspiracy theorist Alex Jones has put together an Info Wars video of... Continue Reading →
I am having trouble finding words but this is not a time for silence, yet what words to choose. Words are known to return readily--especially in tweets--but more than reminders of past usage, with words we turn life inside out and upside down in search of…? Whatever it is we don’t have. I read an... Continue Reading →
He is the master of the brand, crafting content for effect. Any way the wind blows he is its head, always a storm. Illusion requires only the constant misdirect of attention, a momentary flash so bright that everything else pales. It’s a spotlight confined to a carefully crafted scene. It feels as if we are... Continue Reading →
I submitted a poem for publication that was not ready. It was barely a poem, far from what it could be, but my focus was making a deadline, and I did. I am testing my theory of aiming for even, meeting each day’s energy, high or low, and finding the middle within. Evening it out,... Continue Reading →
