One of Susie’s great unsung talents is her amazing psychic ability. A lot of people can finish the thoughts of people close to them, but Susie usually begins my thoughts and finishes the thoughts of complete strangers. It is truly an eerie gift, and I often tease her that this should somehow be a source [...]
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I See An Omelette In Your Future. . .
Posted in Observational Prose, tagged eggs, job, money, psychic ability on March 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Places Where I’ve Met God
Posted in Commentary, Observational Prose, Poetry, tagged dogs, God, Nature on November 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This is day six in the Seven Solid Days of Smiling Salute To the Original Unsplit Atom for bursting forth into the Big Bang of Bounty that is this life.
Day 1 – Emily
Day 2 – Music
Day 3 – Magic
Day 4 – Cheese
Day 5 – Sleep
A late afternoon winter sky when the impending darkness could either [...]
Small Magic
Posted in Commentary, Observational Prose, tagged belief, faith, four-wheeler, Magic, magic wand, prayer, spell, Spirituality on November 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
This is day three in the Seven Solid Days of Smiling Salute To the Original Unsplit Atom for bursting forth into the Big Bang of Bounty that is this life.
Day 1 – Emily
Day 2 – Music
My grandson, Triston, is spending the night with us as I write this. Earlier this evening he pulled a funny [...]
Feigning Sleep
Posted in Observational Prose, Poetry, tagged Poetry, simplicity on August 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This morning, just after I woke up and just before I admitted that fact to the world, I daydream fantasized a poem. I was in an old house, but it was light and airy. Big wooden windows opened by breaking a paint seal. Dust motes swimming, diving and rising as the calico’s tail creates a [...]
The United States of the World
Posted in Observational Prose, tagged government, national pride, Olympics, sport on August 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I watched the Opening Ceremonies of the 2008 Beijing Olympics last night. I could write for an entire day about the artistry, precision, and beauty of the spectacle and still not even come within spitting distance of describing it. How can you not love China? Tea, calligraphy, tai chi. Okay, so there’s smog, human rights [...]
Confessions of a Recovering Fundamentalist
Posted in Observational Prose, tagged judgement, Spirituality on August 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Why is it that every time I have heard, read or thought of the concept that we should “Pray for those who persecute us,” at least in my adult life, I have thought about praying for Christians? Please note, I did not say “most times” or “many times.” It truly is, to my best recollection, [...]
Smoky Mountain Sorrow
Posted in Observational Prose, tagged conservatives, liberal religion, Unitarian Universalist on July 30, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This past Sunday, a gunman entered a Unitarian Universalist Church in Knoxville, TN, and opened fire. At last count, I believe two were dead and more were in the hospital. The gunman’s motivation, in his own words, was to “kill some liberals.”
I know a little bit about the Unitarian Universalist Church. I’ve read their seven principles [...]
Avian Search and Rescue
Posted in Observational Prose, tagged birds, home repair on July 20, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I need to tell you about the birds.
They lived in the eave of our house from the moment light first beamed through that initial crack of the shell. Their mama had picked the safest place possible. The opening created by 30 years of rain on now rotting wood was just big enough for the full-grown [...]
Intention Deficit Disorder
Posted in Observational Prose, tagged Spiritual development on July 13, 2008 | 2 Comments »
What is this? Oh, a blog.
Where’ve I been? Oh, a fog.
Not really. But you know how I love a solid rhyme. There have been several reasons why my posts have been grossly absent. First, of course, life happens. They say shit happens, but it’s really just life. Second, I hobbled myself by a personal [...]
Christmas Morning
Posted in Commentary, Memoir, Observational Prose, tagged bagels, Christmas, memories on December 25, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Susie and I had the gift of a Christmas morning to ourselves this year. The kids come tonight with all their chaos and mess and great life energy, but for now the house is peaceful. We played with the puppies and then walked out to the “back forty” to feed the big dogs. It’s a [...]
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