The one I’m holding (Concordville, PA, 1947?) is Sylvester. One of several. The animals were really my mother’s, but I got some time with them. Don’t remember much. My first ‘adult’ cat, me not the cat, was Richerd. Rosemary and I got him in Berea one summer;
Consider any baby. What's essential? Breath, first. Food. Drink. Embrace. The baby is held to the breast to drink its first food. It is wrapped in its first clothes. Then, if the child is sick it's cared for. Even Baby Jesus we're getting ready
I'm a little fractal, short and stout. Here is my bum, and here is my snout. Breathing in, I snuffle. Breathing out, I shout praise, and thanks, and glory all, all about.
0:00 /0:10 1× Sunday afternoon, Crickets practice playing, callers practice dancing, for a party after Christmas. I'm not very good at either, but they let me. Yes, the cold moon is here. I saw it sitting on Mountain View Road just as the 5pm sit started.
To begin at the end, so far, of one stream of my ruminations on AI : Buddhists teach about two kinds of bodhicitta – relative and absolute. (Here's a link to more about that.) They say that absolute is 'higher' than relative, but the two are in no
Almost 86 years lived this time, and not one word will last forever. so why? Because I’m the only one who can speak the words these years have brought to me, and maybe, before forever, someone can use one, them, some? "When you dedicate your entire being, your
A few moments later, someone in the audience stood and offered a correction. “It’s not true what you said about Girard,” a man’s voice said. Thiel—who often has a tendency to stonewall or steamroll his interlocutors—squinted in the speaker’s direction, trying to determine exactly who
Nov 25, 2025 At 6 in the morning my phone plays Taize to wake me up. Behüte mich Gott, ich vertraue dir Du zeigst mir den Weg zum Leben Bei dir ist Freude, Freude in Fülle Chances are that I’m already holding my phone, have messaged with J to
I took the photo at 5:05 this morning. Only later saw another reading. According to Google: Many think "SOS" stands for "save our souls" or "save our ship," but it actually doesn't stand for anything. SOS is a Morse Code distress
G brings bread, two warm loaves, sliced. There's butter on its waxy paper. K chose the reading from the Big Book – from Chapter 4, We Agnostics. When I was a child I went to church with my father. Mother didn't like church. She didn't
First I light a new candle and lay out the incense. Then I take the water into the kitchen and pour it on the microgreens. Get new water at the sink (and turn on the kettle). Back at this morning altar I breathe the earth and water breaths, then fire