I was glad to see more people using rakes than leaf blowers today. The neighborhood retained the peace of autumnal air as it sounds with a soft scratch of leaves brushing one another in in their glorious, colorful, shifted forms. Our ears likely ache for the subtleties of sounds found constantly in the natural world….
Tag: spirituality
Opening a window upon the world can be a literal means of renewal.
I frequently find myself abashed by the comparative privilege of my life, as the flowers bloom for an array of meticulous insects, and our children delight in the knowledge and tastes of garden food. The glorious clouds sear with their beauty, as my human heart strives to truly see and appreciate the vast gift of…
Even when unintended, our ability to love may be influential.
Are we ever able to count upon anything as a common shared experience among all humans? Though the effort to do so may be born of good intentions and a desire to empathize, the attempt also seems inevitably doomed to dismissal via rigid relativism, and/or mockery via nihilism (that most undemanding and uncreative of the…
Reality is defined somewhere between wretchedness and witness.
Greetings! In regards to the admittedly small chance that my absence was noted, the several day loss of my phone is now rectified and so my understatedly triumphant WordPress return! I was wearing a very shallow-pocketed coat at a playground, thinking, “these pockets are so very shallow I’m probably going to lose this phone,”…
Written words are useless until the closing of the inspiration loop.
In L.A. on Skid Row, a project called Street Symphony, composed of homeless musicians alongside professional players, has developed a tradition of playing Handel’s Messiah around the holidays. In the article I read (New Yorker, Jan 1 issue), the author muses about how the language surrounding spiritual epiphany and redemption can so often sound corny…
bootstraps
What, I wonder, are we all waiting for? Those of us who wish for peace and a real change in these systems of living that seem so resistant to the value of the world and people as they exist unattached to monetary profit? My own ironic answer is, I think I’ve been waiting to…
Writ
Wholly aware of the irony as I record my thoughts within this highly public yet technically faceless sphere of the internets, I frequently muse upon the dangers of words written from a place of physical remove. Communications undertook apart from the presence of ears also connotates an absence of psychic frequencies, and from there little…
Insight/Outfit of the Day 