On the Pulse of this New Day

My day of reflection and rest started with a news headline: Over 8 in 10 Americans believe our nation is sharply split on major issues and over half are dissatisfied with how democracy is working in the US (article link here).  Where do we go from here? With the Presidential Election behind us, we move... Continue Reading →

This Land is Your Land

We have all heard the folk song with its famous first verse ... This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. Woody Guthrie wrote this song in 1940... Continue Reading →

In My Country

"Poetry is of no use, but it is valuable." Truth from Northern Ireland Poet, Michael Longley. Words and a whisper that lead my exploration on this last day of rest before Election Day and a promise of continued and growing separation. A Country of WeMoveTogether we are not. We are America. No need to look... Continue Reading →

We Crave Truth Tellers

These days I am drawn to poetry. Not sure why. I crave something unknown or unspoken. Reading and searching. Pencil and notebook always near. On this journey to who knows where, I listened to an On Being podcast with host, Krista Tippett interviewing the poet, Elizabeth Alexander. As with all of Krista's interviews I am mesmerized ...... Continue Reading →

Remember When Fear Cramps Your Heart

On this Father's Day, early before the family awakes, I follow my Sunday ritual of coffee and reading. My week is too loud and decision filled. I welcome Sunday morning as my quiet time to walk outside with a favorite book. This morning I am in search of inspiration and meaning thinking about Father's Day. My... Continue Reading →

Life is Beautiful

The contrast is overwhelming. I sit on a farmhouse porch, deep in the vineyards and miles from city lights, noise and threat. I am at peace, enjoying a long-planned weekend with wife and friends. A weekend of terrific wine and food to match the great company I keep. Yet I am restless. Thoughts of Paris stay... Continue Reading →

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