It’s snowing. More than anyone expected, particularly after a day or two of temperatures in the 60s Fahrenheit. It’s beautiful, and quiet. Cold is calming, reassurance that the earth is resting. We need to rest too – at least I do. So much seems to be happening, but without any assurance that the outcome will … Continue reading Snow, trees, negative space, and corn chips
Otherwise known as the new season of spring. Here it is, the first day of spring. The Equinox. The halfway point between there and there, winter and summer, cold and hot, light and dark. It looks nice out. We are supposed to feel happy. They say it is important to get outside. That’s probably true. … Continue reading End of Winter, Ostara, Spring Equinox
The idea of group approval is a strange thing, pulling us this way and that, in directions that are sometimes worthy, other times ugly, asking us to constantly judge both ourselves and others, while hinting broadly exactly what that judgement should be. It’s not just music, or books, or film and TV that are ranked, … Continue reading Back to the Garden
Looking back Not sure that there is much more to say. Especially now, it feels like everyone has grappled for some new take on everything – some visionary look at all that has happened, or some clever tweet. How to turn a year of extremes and emotions into some secondary school genre exercise – do … Continue reading The last day of 2020
November 1 November always used to be my favorite month. The month of fogs, and mist, and shapes in the dusk that change and disappear as you stare into the grey air. There’s NaNoWriMo. Always a good month to write, sinking into ideas without some sunny distraction. So - some various thoughts on voice and … Continue reading Content 3
First responders to an outbreak of creativity. Or, how the group Facebook recommended might not have your best interests at heart. “Forget the arbitrary rules,” said a meme. Someone posted the other day, “I knew I had such a gift that I never took a real job.” The British Government now jumps in, offering you … Continue reading Content 2
The Socialist who finds his children playing with soldiers is usually upset, but he is never able to think of a substitute for the tin soldiers; tin pacifists somehow won’t do. Hitler, because in his own joyless mind he feels it with exceptional strength, knows that human beings don’t only want comfort, safety, short working-hours, … Continue reading Orwell…again.
