The Joy of Reading
It is an honest-to-goodness rainy day. I used to write rather often about theory vs. reality, but these days, I feel like I’m just trying to discern what reality actually is. I do know that if I want to feel…
Stay Vigilant
It appears that a little rain fell last night. I’ve been praying for it, and the forecast leads me to believe that last night’s precipitation was just an appetizer. I hope so, because the world outside my door is parched.…
Is There a Conservation of Time Law?
Why am I here? I guess that’s the question that needs to be taken off the shelf, dusted, and examined a bit before being put back in its place. It might even be a good idea to attend to such…
Each Interaction
People continue to surprise me, mostly because I should know better by now. I sometimes can’t believe how much credit I give people. Even after years of telling myself that other individuals draw different conclusions from life (and why wouldn’t…
Words and Fragments
I just finished reading The Moveigoer by Walker Percy, and yesterday I wrote that relationships are strange, fragile beasts. There is great deal of fragility in Percy’s book. He writes about fragile people and tenuous relationships, but they are offset…
Strange, Fragile Beasts
Relationships are strange, fragile beasts. They can wander, staying away for years at a time, then come back and go about their business as if they had just walked in the door after a trip to the store for a…
The Way Back to Sanity?
Close to midnight, we were disturbed by yelling and horn honking. Of course, with the recent popularity of rioting, my mind immediately began creating pictures of crowds advancing down the road with rocks and bats and who knows what all.…
Might This be Called Poetic Thinking?
I understand that there is little I can do about the chaos of the world that is burning now, but I can be informed. I can make the effort, do the work, study, read, look at issues from more than…
Enough with the Labels
I used to think in terms of labeling myself: Am I a writer? Am I a photographer? Am I an artist? Well, not exactly. Now, I prefer to think of myself as a woman who writes well and enjoys exploring…
My Thoughts
My computer (owned for less than two months, mind you) is now telling me it does not like the browser I’ve chosen for cruising the Internet. I understand that the monopolizing tyrants of Microsoft would rather have me use one…
Leave No Stone Unturned
Three days ago, I sat down to write and, apparently, got so far as to type in the date. Here I am today, though, already well beyond that point. Is it raining? Is that a mist of water I see…
