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Category Archives: symbolism
Our front deck is 35 years old. It’s been rained on often enough over the years to penetrate the paint and sealant and cause rot. We considered how to repair and replace it, and talked with local carpenters over the past two years. Continue reading
I grew up loving stories about Robin Hood. Were these tales based on the exploits of a real outlaw? There might have been a number of Robin Hoods in the original region, including some women. It’s an open question if he really lived or not, but what an inspiring symbol. Continue reading
A Memorial Day Observance
My feelings about holidays that commemorate and accept war as a historical inevitability are complicated. I realize that millions have sacrificed their lives in acts of service to the nation. That’s a deeply honorable choice, worthy of great respect. However, wars aren’t really winnable, any more than executing murderers prevents murder. Continue reading
WordPress’ latest updates have somehow blocked my ability to comment on other people’s blogs, so although I would have preferred to pass this reaction on directly at http://becomingjennie.wordpress.com/ , I’ll have to do it here. Perhaps those of you who appreciate photography and design will enjoy this kind of analysis.
I don’t know Jennie personally, but the care and craft she puts into her highly confessional blog was instrumental in making me want to start writing again, after a 30-year pause. Her memoir “I Am Jennie” will be out July 10th. The book’s cover portrays her in a manner that says a lot to me. Have a look: Continue reading
The region of the United States I used to be from is well known for setting trends. Folks there are the pioneers of all sorts of innovations, good and bad. A couple of holiday seasons back, prospective customers in Palm Springs were shooting each other over the availability of some price-reduced TVs. I’m glad to say that sort of dangerous behavior has evolved and improved since. Continue reading
As often happens during a revolutionary movement, icons will be mis-quoted and appropriated and remolded for other purposes. Continue reading
My neighbor invited me to go kayaking the other day. It’s one of the things I’m pursuing more since I decided to work fewer hours. I love kayaking. Though it is an excellent workout, there’s no need to go fast. Continue reading
My little town had the blues last week. The rest of the world has the blues too, something or other about debts and deficits, but we in the old port town celebrated having the blues with a festival. Continue reading
There’s a tension that exists between natural and artificial order. You can be creative by playing that tension as if it was a tuned string. If you continue to play, you will undergo a transformation that unifies art and nature. You merge with everything. Continue reading
There are two ways to attune your attitude toward the natural environment. You can generally view it as an outside “thing” to be tamed, shaped, mastered and utilized for resources. Or you can look at the whole as being an ecosystem, which you are a part of, not an outside agent to. Continue reading
Our bodies are instruments, the first ones that were ever played. Rhythm comes from our awareness of the beat of our hearts. Melody is the practiced pattern of chosen pitches, but it originates in the verbal interactions between parents and children. Our baby squeals reached higher and higher pitches. It gave us delight. Our parents lulled us to sleep using peaceful vocal tones.
Here’s another example of a song that has managed the trick of time-travel. Many of you just heard a bit of it last Friday, but didn’t know how ancient it was. I’ll show you the trail from long, long ago. Continue reading
My pastor during childhood was a man called Father Elmer. Toward the end of winter he visited the Sunday school classes to teach the children something about the concept of resurrection. Little kids aren’t interested or equipped to analyze holy texts. We wanted to know how Jesus could die, but not stay dead. Continue reading