There is absolutely nothing in life on earth that I don’t find wonderful and sacred, while I sometimes also find it excruciating. That’s primarily because I don’t consider myself a human being. I am a soul, as are we all, an expression of the essence of the universe, a fingerprint of the reality that is […]
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Getting out of my car upon arriving home I came upon a dead rabbit in the gravel driveway. It had been there a short while, not long enough to attract bugs. Clearly, I had run over it, the tire track on its corpse being conspicuous. It must have happened when I backed out earlier in
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The upheavals of the past five years, none of which need further explanation here, complemented by the actuarial implications of life’s 9th decade, add a certain sense of wonder to the ever-present mix of considerations of worldly-world existence, a sense encapsulated in the question: “Are you ready to give up your body?” My answer is
This photo is of where, three years ago today, Dear, my beloved, ended her physical presence in the incarnation we shared for 45 years. A fuller story, should you wish one, can be revealed through a few of my essays from that time. This one is solely about my sense of things today, what
To a child of my heart, I’m about to pass along a gift given me by the universe nearly a quarter century ago: my cameo ring with the bust of Aristotle. As you may anticipate, it comes with a story.
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This is my contribution to our collective turn of mind and heart as we note the the significance of 9/11 twenty years later. In January 2001, I finally obeyed the call of my heart to re-order my priorities. Among the new adventures to follow are today more than seventeen hundred drawings, dozens of stone
Barely touched down in Santa Fe after 28 years in Vermont, the phone in my heart rings. My beloved. Time to rest her ashes on sacred ground overlooking the Pacific––an agreement we made long before she considered ending her life two years ago. I’m on it, I say. Though I wonder: Why now,
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My beloved and I had a child who never assumed human form, in our lives at least. We felt he was a boy, though the name we gave him wasn’t dependent on that eventuality. Theoria Star. Theoria meaning in union with God. Theo for short. One of the things we loved about his name was
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