The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a …
Distinction & Transformation
"Once upon a time, I, Zhuangzi, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. …
Sanity In A Choke-Hold?
World Wrestling Entertainment & The White House Of all the bizarre things our current POTUS is wont to do, one that has stood out to me as especially weird is the habit of assigning demeaning nicknames to his perceived adversaries. What's this really about?—I've often wondered. Some kind of infantile schoolyard bullying technique? A sign of pathological insecurity? Or the POTUS just trying …
Archery, Intention, Manifestation
The arrow always fails the mark— will never enter— if it is I who take the aim instead of That which is my center. ~ Angelus Silesius * …
Practice Notes: Emulsion
I love a good tossed salad—especially during the summer months! Fresh greens, an assortment of chopped or grated veggies, some cheese nicely diced, all tossed with a vinaigrette and a sprinkle of raisins, pecans and/or chia seeds. Yum! If I’m in a hurry or just feeling a bit lazy, the “vinaigrette” part of this recipe is simplified to a drizzle of olive oil and a splash of balsamic vinegar, …
Joining Hands
At The Un-National Monument Along The Canadian Border This is the field where the battle did not happen, where the unknown soldier did not die. This is the field where grass joined hands, where no monument stands, and the only heroic thing is the sky. Birds fly here without any sound, unfolding their wings across the open. No people killed—or were killed—on this ground hallowed by …