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Do, Be
“At least do something.” Anonymous
An art to doing nothing … I’m learning about that art, the kind of nothing that counts for something. A friend from the west stopped by one night, burgers and nocturnal coffee. It was nice to “Be” hanging out, sipping black coffee. My friend’s face transitioned into a mix of contemplation and consternation, confessing that he had spent too much time with…
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The Boat The Boat ‘Been a Rembrandt fan for a while … twenty-five years, maybe? Light pulls me into the boat, a beautiful contrast between light and shadow.
In, Over My Head
In, Over My Head
“God” means different things to different people. “A higher power” … For some He is more. For some He is less.
Over my head. I am there. Some days, more than others. A while back, I hiked up to Falcon, a place not too far with a view. I was in over my head. Usually, I came to Falcon to ignore, to avoid, that haunting possibility. On this occasion, I was angry about being in over my head. …
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Men, To Do The Right Thing
Men, To Do The Right Thing
I reflect on the years I’ve accumulated. Of the many vignettes, memories, scenarios, I recall a theme pondered and talked about countless times: men, to do the right thing. Several factors have always traveled along with this issue, through the generations; one of those factors being shorterm gratification compared with longterm gratification; another cause being fatigue (mental and physical);…
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Paddy Vaughan, a local legend.
Paddy Vaughan, a local legend.
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What Do We Know?
What Do We Know?
It’s been a good-tough week. From a weathered paperback, essays on spirituality and encouragement, I read in the back, a page I had forgotten about: a few thoughts, a few dates. “October 3rd 1993. Arrived in Antarctica” … A cargo plane with “big skis”, like the ones our cargo jet used … https://aviation.stackexchange.com/q/26960…
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Bookish Osmosis (Some Imagination Required)
Bookish Osmosis (Some Imagination Required)
Bookish Osmosis is happening . . . But, WAIT: do I have the right word? os·mo·sis äzˈmōsəs,äsˈmōsəs/ Gradual or unconscious assimilation … ideas, knowledge, etc …: "What she knows of the blue-blood set she learned not through birthright, not even through wealth, but through osmosis." A subtle or gradual absorption or mingling: "He never studies but seems to learn by osmosis." …
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Grieving Over, Yet?
I woke up this morning, a good place to start. In my goings, my comings, my interactions, I am asked that profound question that has been lurking close by, since the dinosaurs: “How are you doing today?” Me: “How ‘you doin’?” Others: “I’m doin’ good. How you doin’?” (Just like the commercial, with a New York accent – “How You Doin’? I’m Doin’ Good. How You Doin’?”) Me: “Well, I woke up, this…
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Stories To Be Told
Not far from East Texas, even less distance from the Arkansas border, my first birthday happened in a little town, a little home, a little hospital. Quite a shindig, that first birthday. Late night, or early morning, it was dark out. A doctor, some nurses, Mom was there, Dad was in the waiting room. On the outskirts of that little town, logging trucks growled up and down a four-lane…
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White Haired Man Recently, I had an image in my mind, a man ... many years compiled; white hair, weathered face, eyes that drew you into his stories, his life, seasoned in his silence.
Mudmen ...
Mudmen …
On the other side of the trees, we have seen some beautiful, cloudless nights this week. Clarity, to see things more clearly, frees us up to think. So many times, what we are looking at is hiding what is real, what is authentic. Fear is real, overt or covert. Hidden fear takes on different identifiers. These guys … the Mudmen … the Holosa … live in the Eastern Highlands of Papua New…
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Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers
On the other side of the trees, it gets quiet after the kids have turned in for the night. I’ve had time to think about family; my immediate family and my family of origin. “I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.” Maya Angelou “There is a…
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A Ship
USS PGM 22, PC 461 Class Gun Boat Minesweeper wikimedia.org/wiki/File:USS_Douglas_(PG-100)_at_sea_c1974.jpg A previous post about my father, “Dad Man”, surfaced recently, in my mind. The nickname came about from me and my brothers. More commonly known as Bill Davis, he was referred to by his close friends as “Billy”, or “Wild Bill”. My Dad finished his race well that morning, June 24th of…
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Apathy: No Man's Land
Apathy: No Man’s Land
Image result for Images film “Fugitive” Harrison Ford is Dr. Richard Kimble, a fugitive from the law, an innocent man falsely indicted for murdering his wife. In the movie, “Fugitive”, Chief Deputy Marshall Samuel Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones) relentlessly hunts Kimble. Dr. Kimble slips down a storm drain, into the tunnels. Gerard follows Kimble, slips in rushing water, drops his gun. Dr.…
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Push, Pull
Push. Pull. The seen. The unseen. Choices come, choices made, choices fade; sometimes we don’t get it right. “We are all spinning plates. One is going to drop, eventually.” Malcolm Gladwell, Blink http://www.loltribe.co The Far Side Some calls, better than others; tension, inherent to life. We must experience times and places of rest. To rest in the thick of the push-pull is a worthy…
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Stories: Now and Before
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Yuletide Time, Thinking of Cajuns
Every year, December, one of my thoughts involves the Cajun Christmas story. Papa Noël heads to the homes in South Louisiana, Santa Claus heads to homes in North Louisiana (and beyond). No winter in South Louisiana, which means no reindeer, no sled. Papa Noël cruises down bayous and rivers in a boat, very similar to a kayak, known as a pirogue, pronounced as pe’-ro. Papa Noel’s pirogue…
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