MY FAVORITE QUOTES
My Current WoW
The Solitude of Starting Over
At eighteen, I was fresh out of high school, newly enlisted in the US Air Force, and married…
A Trip of Wonder
In June of 2023, my wife and I set off for Niagara Falls…
Cognitive Shuffling: The Great Dream Escape
I recently stumbled upon an article about cognitive shuffling…
The Sweetness of Doing Nothing: A Pensive Reflection
A familiar pattern emerges in the quiet moments before dawn…
Celebrating Eighty-Four Years
As I approach my 84th birthday…
The Quirky Importance of Rituals in Life
Rituals are like the unsung heroes of our daily existence…
The Wooden Nickel: The Tapestry of Eternal Wisdom & Life’s Lessons
In the rich landscape of life’s journey…
Guest Missives
My Close Call… by Jane Strebel
Snake in the Grass… by Jane Strebel
Guilty as Charged… by Jane Strebel
Sick Duck… by JoAnn
Setting The Alarm… by JoAnn
Something Odd… by JoAnn
Car Shopping… by JoAnn
The Bike… by JoAnn
Mama Boo… by Jane Strebel
High-Times on the 4th Floor… by Larry Fields
AS MY WORLD TURNS
At the Acme
I picked up a grocery list someone left in their card. The last item was, "Don't forget the love", next to a drawn heart.
Reading that line a feeling unfolded in me that love's red threat runs through all things.
So, I watched to see it in action and there it was, a father, arms heavy with groceries stopping to make funny faces to soothe his crying child.
A man, hands shaking with age being helped by a young woman to bag his peaches. And, a voice in my head said
that love was a doing, a moment shared not based on schemes or profit or discourse. Love has its own discourse in the heart.
Oh, I know the risks, how love can explode in our face like gunpowder. How its quixotic riptides push us to make hurried declarations.
Or like a crowbar it can pry our heart open against our will. But now, here at the checkout line, I want to add it as a major food group -
tuck it in my bag along with the paper towels, carrots, and peas.
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