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I read a book the other day that is very pop­u­lar with peo­ple who are look­ing for answers to uni­ver­sal ques­tions. The writ­ing was con­cise and clear, and the imagery was acces­si­ble, despite strik­ing me as overly sim­ple. Most strik­ing was the style. Every chap­ter was short, every para­graph was short, every sen­tence was short. The […]

  It started when I butted in on a Twit­ter con­ver­sa­tion between @juanviejo and @susanchamplin, two peo­ple I enjoy­ing fol­low­ing.  They’d been dis­cussing com­mence­ment addresses made by David Fos­ter Wal­lace and Jonathan Franzen. I came in strong, shoot­ing for con­cise and emphatic with my two-Tweet attack. being utterly aware of human­ness doesn’t have to cause pain. […]

T. and I found our­selves at Deepak Chopra’s Home­Base, a long, low space on the mez­za­nine of ABC Car­pet & Home, this Wednes­day lis­ten­ing to the guru of human poten­tial, total­ity and cen­tered­ness have a con­ver­sa­tion with Rudolph Tanzi, a Har­vard neuro-scienctist and geneti­cist, about the mys­tery of mem­ory. This was my first expo­sure to […]

Here, Saripu­tra, form is empti­ness and the very empti­ness is form; empti­ness does not dif­fer from form, form does not dif­fer from empti­ness; what­ever is form, that is empti­ness, what­ever is empti­ness, that is form, the same is true of feel­ings, per­cep­tions, impulses and consciousness.

< My 12 year old is being taught how to keep a writer’s note­book in his Eng­lish class. It’s a won­der­ful gift that he approaches with un-self con­scious enthu­si­asm. Here’s a page.

I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.  ~George Robert Giss­ing The first time I read Flan­nery O’Connor I had to pause, go back and read para­graphs again, because the vivid­ness of her world had […]

The smile is never far from her lips, the twin­kle is always alive in her eyes.  She dances through life, plucky, resilient, wise, play­ful. She taught me how to find my soul.  She is my muse and my mate.  She never flinches.  She never wavers. She takes your breath away. Happy Birth­day, T. I love you.

Love of beauty is Taste. The cre­ation of beauty is Art. Ralph Waldo Emer­son There’s a pur­pose to this great thing that the Inter­net has spawned beyond the cre­ation of com­merce engines, mar­ket­ing cam­paigns and wealth beyond our wildest imag­i­na­tion. The world has become too large, genius too widely dis­trib­uted, sto­ries too impor­tant and creativity […]

Theo, in the liv­ing room, evening light, soft time, muted gold, an eye wash of sun­light and inner life, the big photo album bal­anced gen­tly on his knees. Blonde hair across his face, hid­ing the curios­ity in his eye, match­ing gazes with the young woman in the pic­ture, head crowned in braids, skin fair and […]

In a Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deep­en­ing shade; I hear my echo in the echo­ing wood– A lord of nature weep­ing to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and ser­pents of the den. What’s mad­ness but […]