My efforts to cut back on eating bread have failed in one sense but, perhaps, I’m being more mindful of the amount I take in. I tried eating sprouted bread but that didn’t slow down the weight gain. Come to think of it, why would sprouted grain bread be any different in that sense? I … More Biscuits, Bread, and Beasts
Felix Mendelssohn took a break from performing in London and visited Scotland. His boat trip to Fingal’s Cave in the Hebrides produced this music. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcogD-hHEYs My Scottish people come from this place. They lived in huts dug into the sides of low hills on the islands. In the winter they brought in their cattle to protect … More I Come From a Place Far Away and Long Ago. The Land is Filled With Music and the Music has Followed Me.
Sometimes it’s necessary to just post a piece of writing from my collection. This time it will be from my poems that I like to think of as finished. Of course nothing from an artist is ever really finished. I remember a story of someone observing an older gentleman in an art museum. The old … More Change of Pace…
I spent this past weekend in Maine State Prison. I was allowed to leave nightly because I am a volunteer for Alternatives to Violence Project USA-Maine. You can see the work this organization does at this link: http://www.avpusa.org During the weekend I lost two men from the group for reasons I’ll keep private and I … More John McCain Dropping Bombs Again
The good news is that Alternatives to Violence Project (AVP) Maine is going to begin providing weekend workshops again at Maine State Prison. This next weekend I and good pal and co-facilitator Joanne will go in Friday afternoon, all day Saturday, and most of Sunday. Hopefully we’ll have at least a dozen incarcerated men to … More Bagel Ecstasy, 200 Pounds, Fruit Diet, Prison Food…Hmmm, seems related.
My favorite time of day is sitting with huge cups of coffee brewed, dripped through a filter into a grand ceramic mug hand crafted by Nancy Button of Warren, Maine. She in herself is a Mozart symphony with eyes that are deep and dark and filled with ancient stories. I see her once a year … More Opium for the Mind, Young Friends, Old Souls. Reverie.
Hope in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up first. So there you go. A great way to start out the Playing Fair and Being Kind blogger-roo, eh? I’m in a pisser mood. I deleted my Facebook account today. Not like the other times over the past half dozen … More Patriotism and Prayer are Two Puffs of Smoke Seen Only in a Mirror
Playing Fair and Being Kind 