What was really stolen?Rights of the people to have leadershipthat inspires the best in us,not incites insurrection What was really the fake news?Lies from the bruised ego of a loser that perpetuated false claims of a rigged electionnot mainstream reporting This morning I’d hoped tosigh a sigh of reliefand I do upon confirmation of the … More 12 Days of Apprehension
Is the purpose of creating art to create in ourselves the art of living? The graphic above is a mandala I created for my daughter ‘s birthday called Lotus Full Circle
Patrick was already packing up when the phone rang. “Hey, little brother. Why don’t you come over for dinner with us tonight?” “Oh, I already have plans, Meg. Maybe tomorrow.” “What are you up to this evening?” “I’m meeting a bunch of guys at O’Toole’s for a couple of drinks and maybe some darts.” “You … More Common Koan
Can I be at ease with not knowing? Can I be unchained from attachment to proof? Can I wipe away worry when outcomes aren’t clear? Can I be at rest knowing some things will never be known? This post was inspired by a poem called Good Days by Mary O’Connor. Read another post on this topic: Addition Problem. … More Questions?
Among one hundred billion galaxies where I am so minuscule, just one tiny soul in the oceans of many does my life have meaning? Do I ask what has no answer? Am I pompous to make such a query? If I subdue the haughty ego does the question go away? Would having an answer serve … More Enigma
Does the creek bank hug the sprawling tree roots? Or the roots instead hug this patch of earth? Maybe they support each other in mutual embrace. Image is an original photo by LuAnne Holder taken early September in SE Michigan.
Does the bumblebee ask why it forages pollen? Does the tulip maple ask why it blooms? Does the moon ask why she conceals her dark side? The answer to every layer of “why?” contains another layer of questions. When I ponder the myriad why’s of my purpose I suspect it’s more than just following laws … More Why’s
You ask me to solve for the answer to the problem of x plus y. What do you mean the answer? There is no the answer. It’s just an illusion of permanence. By the time I measure y the x has already changed. It’s like trying to measure a shadow cast against a sun lit … More Addition Problem
Should I write a “she” poem today? Or would viewing the world as impartial observer make the poem too aloof? What if I write an “I” poem instead? Would my narrow approach be too narcissistic to relate to anyone else? What if I write from a “you” point of view? Would you read me as … More Poem by Committee
Wind Rush 