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Category Archives: Ruminations
One Hundred Twenty-Two
Explore the flavors of foods, even unappealing foods. If you give yourself enough time to relish the experience of flavors, you will find yourself drawn to subtle differences in tastes and textures. Foods once dismissed as off-putting or bland will take … Continue reading
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One Hundred Twenty-One
Shadows dance across the leaves and branches of the trees outside the window of the room where I spend time in the late afternoon. Wind rustling through the branches causes dark shadows to move back and forth over the lime-green new-growth leaves, … Continue reading
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One Hundred Twenty
We acknowledge just four seasons. Look around you, every day for a year, and you will see clear evidence there are many more. Day before yesterday, for example, I enjoyed a day that could not possibly be classified as Spring (or Summer … Continue reading
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One Hundred Nineteen
I can saw through steel with the right hacksaw, but I can’t saw through ignorance, not even with a laser saber. Ignorance, especially willful ignorance, is the sort of thing that burns red hot holes in my brain, causing empathy … Continue reading
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One Hundred Eighteen
Don’t let anyone else think for you. It’s the surest way to intellectual poverty.
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One Hundred Seventeen
Yesterday morning, I watched some of the oldest known video taken of London, England. Seeing video images of people in London as early as 1890, and more video in the first years of the twentieth century, was stunning. Eleven minutes … Continue reading
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One Hundred Sixteen
The smell of a burning hardwood log and the dancing flames that produce that smell are intoxicating. They can put me in a trance and take me far away from the things that I might burn in lieu of the log … Continue reading
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One Hundred Fifteen
I remember times when I’d lay awake for hours, trying to get to sleep, knowing sleep would come eventually but wanting desperately for it to come instantly. Those are not old memories, either.
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One Hundred Fourteen
A couple of days ago, after getting home mid-morning from my pottery class, I sat watching the eighty-five-year-old man next door blow leaves and pollen off his driveway. Even before he came in view with his leaf blower, I saw bursts of yellow … Continue reading
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One Hundred Thirteen
Drama sizzles as it hits the pan and disappears like steam.
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One Hundred Twelve
Play as long as you can, then remember the times you played, then wish for more time to play. Eventually, your wish will be granted. Maybe not, but it doesn’t hurt to hope for the best.
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One Hundred Eleven
Over time, wooden furniture takes on some of the characteristics of the people with whom it shares space. It remembers dinner parties when beverage coasters were not used. Dogs, oblivious to their paws’ power to scratch, leave their marks on … Continue reading
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One Hundred Ten
It’s not the mistakes you make that could be your undoing. It’s the ones you didn’t risk making that will haunt you. It’s the chances you didn’t take, the kisses you didn’t plant, the words you didn’t say. Whether they are words … Continue reading
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One Hundred Nine
The cavernous room is brimming with garish decorations, clearly the work of a drunken wedding planner. An artificial aisle littered with neon-pink rose petals and orange and silver glitter defines the pathway between the rear door and the stage. Dozens of mirror balls hang … Continue reading
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One Hundred Eight
Try not to remove every speck of dust from every flat surface. The absence of flaws suggests artificiality in furniture, floors, and people.
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One Hundred Seven
I have never seen a bird simply fall of out the sky, smashing into the ground. This is, of course, a good thing. I would not want that experience. What I have seen, yesterday in fact, are birds behaving as … Continue reading
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One Hundred Six
Two men passed one another on the street, each giving a nod of acknowledgement to the other. The taller of the two men, a gambler known as “Sticky” McKie, wheeled around two footsteps later, pulled a forty-five caliber revolver from his … Continue reading
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One Hundred Five
Every morning, I get up and I write, just a little. I don’t know precisely who I’m writing to. It’s mostly to myself, but not entirely. I’m trying to say something to someone, but I am not sure who, nor what … Continue reading
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One Hundred Four
If you had known as much yesterday as you know now, so many of the solutions looking for problems would have sorted themselves out with no input from you.
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One Hundred Three
It was thirty-five years ago today that we—my wife and I—got married. A small group, consisting of a few members of my family and some friends, gathered in her condo, where a Unitarian minister performed a secular marriage ceremony. The … Continue reading
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One Hundred Two
I gathered the broken branches and took them to the edge of the cliff. They looked to me like frightened children, separated from their parents. I could not find it in myself to throw them over, so I left them … Continue reading
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One Hundred One
A wasp trap was the only thing remaining on my shopping list a few days ago, but I couldn’t find it, so I left it on the list, but threw the list away. Unfortunately, the list was on my smart phone. … Continue reading
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One Hundred
A line of squalls a thousand miles long approached the coast, the brutal winds anxious to create the chaos we’d hoped so desperately to avoid. It was ghastly to learn that weather can think, that it possesses human emotions. And … Continue reading
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Ninety-Nine
If you believe nothing else, believe this: you always have the choice of being your own best friend or your own worst enemy.
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Ninety-Eight
Either time has always been, or it never was and will never be. Yet “never” is a time-based concept, as is “always.” So I’m confused and confounded and unable to grasp the fact, or the illusion, of existence.
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