There are, I believe, pivotal moments in every life. This idea is one that has been much explored in literature, philosophy, art. What a blessing it is, I think, to be gifted with self-awareness in such moments, to be able to feel the subtle shift in the energy of the universe. Of course, sometimes that… Continue reading A Subtle Shift in the Light
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I'm still reading Carl Sandburg's big book of Abraham Lincoln. I've no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not… Continue reading When Half-Gods Go
At the Gates of Tombs by Carl Sandburg Civilizations are set up and knocked down the same as pins in a bowling alley. Civilizations get into the garbage wagons and are hauled away the same as potato peelings or any pot scrapings. Civilizations, all the work of the artists, inventors, dreamers of work and… Continue reading At the Gates of Tombs, by Carl Sandburg
There is still good in the world. There is still beauty. TS
Do you have monsters? Apparently I had a lot of monsters I didn't even know I had. Some of them were political, some of them were religious, some were ideological, some were reflections, some were old fears, and, some were actual people. After a while, for a while, alcohol was one of my monsters. (Sober… Continue reading Do You Have Monsters?
The rain has been seemingly incessant. It was ingrained in me throughout my youth not to be a "complainer." However, seeing as how I am now firmly into my middle age, I am, on occasion, given to indulging myself in a bit of complaining and I will tell you, I think I've had it with… Continue reading Inclement Weather, and Quotes from Saint Joan