Meditations

A friend and I fr0m philosophy grad school days at the University of Oregon are exploring the question: Is the human brain exapted for insight? ‘Exaptation’ is a word coined…

The I-don’t-want-to-lives are leaving, and the I-want-to-lives are arriving. They have gold sewn into their clothes, sewn in for those who have none. Rumi Sitting just upstream from the footbridge,…

With dogs barking in front, back and on one side of the house this morning, I couldn’t write, much less meditate, so I drove to the parkland. Expressing the slightest…

“Manshape, that shone sheer off, disseveral, a star, death blots black out; Nor mark is any of him at all so stark but vastness blurs and time beats level. Away…

I once heard a religious teacher say he could read other people’s thoughts, but didn’t do so because “it would be like opening their mail.” Skeptical, I filed away the…

Stuck in the past that had ceased to exist even before Barack Obama became president and failed to read the writing on the wall, Democrats are still trying to figure…

Made in 1997, “The Education of Little Tree” is the story of a half-Cherokee boy who goes to live with his hill-folk grandparents in the Appalachians after his father was…

The sun now sets at about quarter to five here, and the parkland is in full shadow before 4. Fall is in full flower, or rather unflower, with a large…