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Steve by Jamey Stillings
Steve Roberts
serves fellow explorers
of life’s two most important questions:
What’s going on,
and what’s the healthiest action I can take in this moment?
To this end, Steve champions
the most fear-provoking point of view
the world has ever known:
Everything is a gift,
and the business of life is discovering how come.
He finds the spirit of the universe to be
playful, loving, deep.
Besides laughter and the sharing of experience,
his expressions of this spirit include
several hundred essays,
a novel, some 2000 drawings,
countless stone sculptures
built & photographed
on his Vermont mountainside
over a quarter century, and
a portfolio of professional communication
for clients who favor a collaborator
who aspires to write like a freight train
driven by Mother Teresa.

Never Too Much Mothering

Seventy years ago, E.E. Cummings (1894-1962), also known as e.e. Cummings (in the style of some of his poems), an American artist of diverse genres, was invited by his alma mater, Harvard, to deliver the 1952-53 school year Charles Eliot Norton Lectures, a series of six presentations.  In the first lecture, Cummings speaks of his

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Pampered by Aristotle and Curious George

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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The Skill of Peeking

If you could wear just one hat for your whole life, what would it be?  A recent experience has helped me discover my answer. There’s a place of residence in Peekskill, NY that caters to artists.  The application process for an apartment includes being officially designated an Artist by the City.  If for no other

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The Real GPS

I set out from the eastern wilderness in my periwinkle pickup with the YESS license plate bound for the Land of Angels, should there be such a place.   Without realizing it, my destination was automatically plugged into that GPS gizmo we all carry in our heart, the one that, whether we know it or

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Sing

SING I love singing with this song as loud as I can as frequently as I can.  I call it meditation with a big mouth.     Some words, they can’t be spoken, only sung So hear a thousand voices shouting love   There’s a place There’s a time In this life When you sing

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