A repeat from 30 June 2014 All in one day It is Sunday the 29th of June, 2014 and Maine has been suffering through some of the best summer weather ever. Whenever someone mentions something nice, like the weather, around these parts the usual response it, “Yeah, but it won’t last”. Therefore, I use the … More NACRE PURFLING, ANTONIO STRADIVARI, JANINE JANSEN And NELSON MANDELA
AWARENESS In those first moments of day when I am the center of the universe still Waking from my bed, Outside, Sitting, Sipping the coffee deliciously waking and feeling the sun on my back, Warming me – almost returning me to sleep, My eye wanders to the left – the voice that guides my movements … More Good Morning!
QUIET LOVE RAIN OR SHINE After the Snow Drops and Crocuses and Siberian squill, Come the granddaddy Dandelions and Clouds, large and small, of Forget-Me-Nots and Bluets, Quietly, and without a sound, finally Come the white and blue Violets, How can I not feel loved? Gentle George 21 May 2020
On hold at City of Rocks State Park, New Mexico Fifteen minutes after I’d last spoken to a human voice, I began to estimate how many times I’d listened to this particularly horrible song on my battery-dwindling cell phone. I was on hold with a road assistance operator/representative for the company that provided such service … More Cultural and Structural Violence
I’ve been around long enough to be less and less knowledgeable regarding what goes on on a daily basis in our world. Lately, my eyes have been opened to newer and less recognizable activities and pastimes. The longer I’m around, the less I know what is going on. I believe that getting old is a … More Overwhelming, to Say the Least.
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE It’s never too late but it can be too little. Perhaps, “it’s the thought that counts”, is more fitting here. I did something in 1971 that has bugged me all these years. Last week I found myself in a situation where I could make an amends about the cruel act I … More It’s Never Too Late. (an encore post)
ARE YOU GLAD IT HAPPENED? “Are you glad it happened?” I wasn’t ready for it. It was not directed toward me. I was a bystander in someone else’s drama but I caught the weight of the words. The words were delivered lovingly; the questioner was sincere. They were truly curious regarding the event which the … More Are You Glad It Happened?
Playing Fair and Being Kind 