Sometimes it’s good to say nothing. Like a pothole. Just be there. Be present. Expect nothing. Yet be receptive. Like an empty bowl. When it rains (which is seldom) the potholes fill with water. The streets shine. The potholes become big bowls of rainwater, inset into the patched asphalt. They glimmer like pieces of […]
Read more "ODE TO A POTHOLE"Beauty, beauty, everywhere. Autumn sees to that. Trees changing color. Leaves beginning to fall. And the sky. Clear, fresh, pure. Lucky, lucky, lucky to be alive. To see the sun rise. To notice the heron at water’s edge. Or spot a buck running through the brush. To hear cows bellow in the morning. Or an […]
Read more "Loving What Is Right Here, Right Now"“Singin’ in the rain. We’re happy again. In the early morning rain. And nowhere to go. Raindrops keep falling on our heads. ‘Cause, Baby, the rain must fall.” Nearly 800 songs exist about rain. Rain changes perspective. Forget praying for peace in the Middle East. Pray for rain! Talk about an attitude adjustment. That’ll solve […]
Read more "RAIN REIGNS"October. Month of magic. No longer summer. No matter it’s 90 degrees. It’s also cooler nights. And brighter stars. October. The pre-holiday period. A month without pressure. Or plans. A breather. Between summer and holiday madness. Thanksgiving lurks way over yonder. And Christmas is nowhere near the horizon. October is what it is. Trees’ leaves […]
Read more "O The Joy!"You get what you wish for. And more. A stitch in time saves nine. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. And don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Look before you leap. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Silence is golden. Give an inch, they’ll take a mile. Don’t […]
Read more "IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE"I’m living in Menard. It’s 36 miles west of Mason on the edge of the Hill Country. More West Texas really. Caliche instead of limestone and granite. The San Saba River runs through it. So does Hwy 83 (the Pan American Highway). The river goes west to east. The highway runs north and south. […]
Read more "Menard"Welcome, October. Welcome. Or make that Oktober…with a k. If you’re speaking German. Swedish. Danish. Norwegian. Or Indonesian. No matter how you say it, it’s here. Good ol’ Autumn-leaves-falling-crisp-morning-air-October. Well…sorta. Welcome, Fall. No matter where, it’s the same. Cooler. Colorful. The heart of Fall. The beginning of the decline into Winter. Although for some […]
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