100 Things I Know #2 – There Must Be Something Larger Than Us

My reading in the Bible’s Psalms this morning contained passages in which the writer described our lives as smoke, and, whether rich or poor, our years as a breath.   Believer and atheist alike can accept this as ancient wisdom, an exercise in perspective. Our experience sets us in the middle of things, as if we …

100 Things I Know #11 – We Are Not Gods.

Death will prove this to us.   A broken tooth will prove it.   We control very little.   Our own minds muster up armies of thought against us.   We are multiple inside, one part taskmaster, one part rebel, another part mysterious, balancing between divine and hellish desires.   We cannot bend time backwards.   We cannot force immortality.   We …

Listening to God

Read the post first, then click the image and listen to the song.   It will make more sense... Listening to God is a strange idea. Seven billion people on the planet, all of them living and dying with needs, cries, joys, dances, and wars full of cruelties worthy of front page banner headlines.   We …

For Harold: A Tetrameter Tribute

Here's a recording of FOR HAROLD, a tetrameter piece of poetry I did for my dear friend Harold Lipford when I found about his passing. The text is below.  Words can't do it, but this will be my contribution.  For those of you who don't know, Harold presided over my marriage to Anjie almost 34 …

Why I Write

Why do I write? Popular wisdom says to “start with the end in mind.”  So often, I write without much of an end in mind at all.   I start from where I am, the movement of forces inside me, and work out from there.   Usually, it begins with a scan of attention across my inner …

THE BATTING CAGE: One Story, Two Perspectives

Here's an interesting thing, a chance to get the same father-son story from the perspective of two writers.    Daniel, my son, had an interesting (not exactly tragic, but close) baseball experience when he was little, and later that night, after it happened, I sat and wrote the whole thing down, so I wouldn't forget. …

Poetry Tuesday: “Love. What Is This Word?”

Got your coffee?  A cup of tea?   Here we go. So the conversation begins (see yesterday's post) with a sampling of my tetrameter (eight syllables per line, roughly) musings, a discipline I've continued each morning for over a year now.   I've decided to ignore whether or not these writings can properly be called …