I’d not completed an essay in some time, the longest drought over the past 20 years, or so it felt. No shooting star of intrigue or heartbreak or unbridled joy capturing my notice. I wondered if a certain absence of inner quietude had inhibited revelation. Or maybe just the need for rest. Then the universe
There are many juicy inquiries the exploration of which can help us discover the reality that causes our intuition to respond with a “Yess!” that reverberates throughout all of existence. One of these inquiries, one of my favorites, is whether everything is God.
Six years ago today, 22 July 2017, two years before her death, Dear and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary. (This photo was taken long before that). Here’s my journal entry that day. I said to Dear this morning when I brought her coffee in bed that it’s a strange phenomenon when the years we’ve
Four years ago this morning, my beloved surrendered her physical being to God. The common refrain, “losing Dear,” while understandable, is far from my experience, despite its imprint on my tender human heart.
27 June 2023: My friend and yardman for 20 years, Jim, died yesterday morning in hospice care where he’d been for a couple of weeks. He was 85 or thereabouts. We created a lot of beauty on a Vermont mountainside, and never had a cross word.
A recent journal entry So many days since my beloved left the planet I awake in what I feel is the depression of discombobulation, of having a life with too many moving pieces and too few stationary ones to accomplish much in the way of worldly ambition. Then I have a cup of Death Wish
To enquire “Who am I?” is the only remedy for all the ills of the world. It is also perfect Bliss.~ Ramana Maharshi My answer to “Who am I?” is “Manifestation of God.” Then again, that’s my take on all of existence. Of course, how completely I experience that answer in a given moment defines
Dmitri Hvorostowski was born October 16, 1962, the same year as my son Peter, and the same day nine years later that my father would die. Hvorostowski himself died of a brain tumor on Peter’s birthday, November 22, 2017. Perhaps these dates are the way the universe underscores the importance to me of Hvorostowski as