It’s Saturday, July 16, 2011. I’m lying on my bed, unusually tired after delivering a workshop. I’m resting and doing an energy movement exercise before, hopefully, falling asleep for awhile. I don’t have much experience with the exercise, at least no results-oriented experience of it. But as the ever-faithful, ever-hopeful (and quite weary) warrior-servant, I [...]
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I have reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.* Forty five minutes ago I walked out into the night to put two more aluminum cans into the street-side recycling bin; late, with no one around except those in their beds that chorus the day and those in the grounds – tree, shrub, [...]
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Swingin’ in the Rain The relentless heat persisting, I’d been out a time or two by dawn’s early light for groceries, and daily in the wee-hours to water two lonely, thirsty plants (tomato and pepper). And I’d been fortunate to get to the chiropractor on the one day of her “early hours,” twelve till three. [...]
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We’ve just come out of the summer’s first heat wave in central and southern N.C. Two days of hundred-degree heat that felt like 110! Short-lived, thank anyone’s lucky stars, and thanks to a cold front coming through last night bringing rain, northeast breezes, and lower temps and dew points. I’m no fan of the heat, [...]
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Jerichos What do you do with Jerichos, those times when the walls come tumbling down? I’ll tell you my tactic: I rant. I cry. I feel sorry for myself (maybe). Then I clean up the mess, say “thank you” to the opportunity for a new perspective and go on my way. And if I don’t [...]
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Posted in Essays on Jun 19th, 2011
“I’m a town in Carolina, I’m a detour on a ride, for a phone call and a soda, I’m a blur from the driver’s side… I am not your destination, I am clinging to my ways, I am a town…” I invite you to first listen to Mary Chapin Carpenter’s I Am a Town. . . [...]
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“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere…” – Yoda “What Fire?” you ask. Be still and know. The Fire. The Love that fires the sun, songwriter Bruce Cockburn calls It; The Force that the Jedi [...]
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