Monthly Archives: August 2017

MOST ANYTHING CAN GO WRONG

The sky above the bay is bright and gray with possibilities of going either way – might please a man with an umbrella or an almost naked fellow unwilling to be swimming in the rain.   And I, a man … Continue reading

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YOU ARE HERE

When you lead a high life like living on an 11th floor you go up and down so much you’d think you’d get used to it.   Some folks do but I am prone to the horizontal in my quotidian … Continue reading

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NOTHING

There are those days when I don’t want to do anything.   Well, I want to breathe and I want my heart to beat.   But that is about all I long for.   Don’t want to read Don’t want … Continue reading

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THE LIVE OAK TREE

The live oak tree offered me its shade. The live oak tree offered me its shade. The live oak tree offered me its shade and beneath it I stood I saw the day’s parade.   There were the clouds making … Continue reading

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MY PILLOW

My pillow listens to me every night and often has much soul material to pay attention to.   He knows all of my secrets and I know that he won’t tell a soul about my various meanderings.   We connect … Continue reading

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HARBOR MARKERS

I see those posts every day – posts protruding several feet above the high tide mark here in the waters of a bay that’s part of Tampa. Pelicans and gulls love to stand on those posts — seldom are their … Continue reading

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LUCKY, BLESSED, FORTUNATE

Yesterday I watched some clouds by – saw a few birds fly high and yet beneath our high window – read a book of poems ate a bit – and shared large portions of the day with a mate supremely … Continue reading

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Can you remember when you “discovered” that there were people smarter then you?   Most likely you were in school — a collection place for spawning memories.   Maybe you didn’t spend much time considering your IQ.   Is it … Continue reading

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A BOX FOR CHILDREN

In my last parish I made “A Children’s Story” a part of our weekly liturgy.   I had a medium-size cardboad box that I painted bright green and orange and on its top “FOR CHILDREN.”   I put different items … Continue reading

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UNLEARNING

I cannot see the sun rise through our bay window.   My view precludes it even if I stretch.   However, I can see the sky light up slowly — the rheostat of the turning earth timing the birth of … Continue reading

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