I never feel more like a rat in a maze than I do in a Metro or subway system. Don’t get me wrong, there’s an energy. So many different kinds of people moving en mass, all with different agendas, it’s electric, but the the underground shuffle is a soulless place. There’s very little eye contact,…
Silence. It is very quiet where I live. I have a clock in my office and there are days when all I hear is a light tick and the tapping of computer keys. I love those days. I like loud music, laughter, lively conversation, just as much as the next person, but silence is a…
Ink. It is one thing to sit at a computer and type words on a screen. I will admit that takes discipline and a mind for creating something out of nothing, but putting ink to paper seems like more to me. I know I tend to glamorize the past, but when Jane Austen sat down…
There is an owl that lives by my house. I don’t often hear her and I’ve only seen her fly over once, but she’s there. I’m not sure why I call her “she”, but I always have. Yesterday morning I was up early, it was still dark, moon and stars still out. It was cold…
I have this jacket I bought at J.Crew last winter. It’s sort of a camo green, but it’s tailored and it has a lot of gold snaps. I’ve always thought there were too many snaps. It stops just short of Michael Jackson. It’s not gaudy, but I don’t really wear it. The jacket feels like…
I’m pretty sure there is a God. I’m also confident Jesus was a special person that had a huge impact on humankind. He seems to have lived a noble life we can learn from. That’s my take on the institution that is religion, those three sentences. I don’t go to church, I’m not concerned with…
A 1.8 million year old skull was found in Dmanisi, Georgia and I am once again in awe. I tend to wonder about the people that came before me and those that will follow when I’m gone. I think about it a lot, always have. I look at old photographs and feel a connection to people.…
I really only pray for one thing. I think what I do is still called praying. I don’t believe in or belong to a particular religion and I don’t read specific books or how-to manuals regarding God or Jesus, or the host of other characters. I don’t go to church or kneel down to pray.…
Hold on, hold on to yourself…this is gonna hurt like hell. I posted this just under a year ago. In light of Boston and Texas, it seems appropriate. Songs convey emotion that words alone can not. Loss is universal and the pain reminds us all that we can hurt in ways we never knew possible.…