The clouds clear, and strong sunlight and intense shadows return to the parkland. The big sycamore leaves and the little oak leaves hang motionless in a bright blue sky.
Tag:
thoughts on life
-
-
Lately I’ve been talking about once a week via skype with my radiki in Tanzania, Emmanuel. He’s 27, and works in the environmental sector helping villagers in his region with…
-
Like most people, I’m finding hope hard to sustain. If you’re not grappling with hope and hopelessness, you’re either a dead conduit who has given up on humanity, or you’re…
-
In Leningrad in January of 1990 (it didn’t become St. Petersburg again until late that year), Vladimir Putin was still in the KGB. Only the year before he had single-handedly,…
-
Evidence that there’s not a dime’s worth of difference between Americans and Canadians culturally comes in the tragic form of a trio of British Columbian thrill-seekers dying in a plunge…
-
“The mystical stream has always been an important part of the human experience and the source from which belief systems emerge.”
-
A palpable pall hung over the land yesterday, the 4th of July, the day America celebrates its birth as a nation. Ostensibly from uncontained wildfires in the region, the pallor…
-
Carl Jung famously said, “The gods have become diseases.” By this he meant (I think) that the underlying myths, or ‘archetypes’ have come loose from their moorings, and degenerated into…