as slow as spring
I begin to mistrust urgency.
Category Archives: Food for Thought
Essays along the margins
August 7th, 2011: A Day of Silence
One reason we are leaning over an economic precipice, and our poor human non-heroic legislators are hog-tied and unable to affect change, is because We the People are arguably (and measurably) the most materialistic and consumptive culture the world has yet produced.
midthought
“… but I do begin my sentences mid-thought…” she thought; and thinking about thought was looking in a mirror that reflected another mirror.
Lessons Learned?
A system is only as strong as its weakest link; make a nuclear containment structure (theoretically?) plane-proof and bomb-proof, still the generator sits outside… powered by fission, not fusion, its “steady state” is detonation, not stasis.
They walk I follow
Some art is as trivial and ephemeral as our youth: its willful innocence soon outgrown, and without resentment, but with a kind and condescending turn of heart, to be dismissed as a passing, as a light distraction.
Building a True Home
… an assumption that holds us, often so deep inside that it seems to be the fabric of our lives
voices
Arriving at the far end of the day the passengers who had not stepped from the train composed their books and closed their eyes and sighed: we have arrived. as quickly as our sight is shuttered the blank horizon of the mind is lit as though a sky inside, through sudden sunset brightens with those …
His truth; her truth
— The wind swept north and as the weather lifted, my spirit lifted, as though cloud held the weight of me, and sun held the lightness. Is it that easy? A wind? I wanted to believe it was heartache, it was joy brewing in my heart; but maybe heartache and joy are related to weather …
Our Daily Dance: An Intention
I returned late last night from the annual Dance New England summer camp near Lake Ossipee in New Hampshire, and woke this morning with dancing tape still on a couple of toes, the echo of taut and trained muscle still in the sinews, and the ache of separation from that vibrant and affectionate community of dancers already wringing out …
Magic
First I believed in magic, and then I didn’t, but that was only because I had learned – or been taught – the wrong definition. You see, when the faeries existed, back then, when the spirits existed, they really did exist. When a quarter appeared under my pillow (or was it a dime? or was it a …
Shard
Somewhere among the trials of innocence, lessons of winning and losing. And then: that young mind, that open heart, has almost no distance to travel, from saying "I won" to "I'm right", and… ah! Then my dear hearts, dear children, you have lost your sight, your liberty of movement, and each step forward will be …
Trust Me
There are two kinds of roads. I see the first so clearly: I can allow my eyes to drop from the horizon for a moment, and there are my feet, one before the other, one after the other, while the world slips away underneath a pace at a time. That’s about two yards, if I …