“You got to think about that day, an’ then the nex’ day. Jus’ take ever’ day.” John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath I was on my stationary bike a couple of mornings ago. In my race to nowhere in particular, I am always accompanied by my music,...
I know I write about age, my own, far too often. I think it would be terribly annoying if I complained about it, which I never have. One of the things time does is provide perspective, adding the dimension of experience. At present, we are drowning with a flood of...
I am not gonna die this afternoon. This whole week, it has been impossible to think about anything other than #19. I am purposely avoiding the “f” word, because it will trigger the craziness that has been its own emotional pandemic for all of us. Who the hell needs me...
I am probably a bit more preoccupied with time than I ought to be. Although, you can’t really blame me, because I am on the verge of flipping 75 years in May. One of the reasons I have been a fan of the Buddha for decades is because of his view about our mortality,...
I was sitting on my cushion this morning in the early darkness, something I do most everyday. I was wrestling over what to write about this next time. After years of practice, I don’t get stuck in my thoughts. My breath governs the rhythm of my mind, kind of like the...
