Monthly Archives: December 2012

PREPARATION FOR 2013

A deep hot bath is a great place for reflecting for those limber enough to get in and out of tubs if not with ease at least with modest bending — slow but deliberate.   So how about the year … Continue reading

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MY RECALL JOGGED

I have begun my amnesia regarding the massacre at Newtown — twenty-six lives lost.   I’ve had my recall jogged to note the massacre at Wounded Knee — men, women and children — nearly three hundred of them killed with … Continue reading

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MY COMPLAINT

How much the world has changed since I began and I’m not sure I like it.   I’d like to see it rearranged and hope that God might to fix it.   But I’d complain no doubt if our world … Continue reading

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YOUNG BOY — OLD MAN

How different the future looks to a little boy than it does to an old man.   The boy and the man will soon be sitting in a recliner and they might wrestle some and shoot each other with their … Continue reading

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TRANSFORMATION

The early morning fog lays mist upon the trees and the mist turns into drops of water that fall upon my head as I walk along the path I often take to greet the morning.   This is a transformation … Continue reading

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CORRECTED

In the early morning light I thought I saw some leaves spread out beneath a tree. But when they scattered as I came upon them and flew into the sky I  stood corrected.   In the early morning light I … Continue reading

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WHAT DO YOU SAY?

What do you say at Christmas time to your friends who are left when your friends who have left the world are steadily increasing?   What do you say when you know that you’ve removed some names that just last … Continue reading

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I WONDER WHY

My words do not achieve my mind’s intentions. The realities they wrestle with so often fail what I desire.   Thus beauty is denied its fulness — and so is sorrow.   How evident this is when little children die. … Continue reading

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I’M A MAN WITH QUESTIONS

When they say to me: ”How are you?” sometimes I respond: ”How much time have do you have?” And then they say: “What?” and I repeat myself and fluster them. Only rarely do they really want to know.   Now … Continue reading

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ON BEING OPEN

I think some folks new to me might not like me if they knew some of what I think.   I may be presumming but I think I know more of what they think than they know of what I … Continue reading

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