I’m torn as are many I’d guess, in my thoughts on the actions the night of Nov 27th of San Francisco photographer Sonya Yu, though I’m sure there are those with a firm stance one way or the other on Yu’s right to shower a thief with pepper spray and orange paint then threaten him with a bokken (as if the story needed a wooden Samurai sword mixed in to insure hilarity) . …Continue
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
and have not breasts, and though I have the gift of
prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge;
MAY 7, 2009 I wrote the following:
The war of terror
The wedding of the young couple in the mountain vale between Pakistan and Afghanistan. The band started playing and the people dancing. The drone coming from the sky. The missile from the drone. The newly wed couple and all their friends killed. The village leader wrote on his diary: 'Americans again killed fifty people'.…Continue
I don’t know how it happened or why. All I did was bend down and unclip Max’s chain from his collar. I didn’t feel anything pop, but apparently it dang sure did. I’ve got a pain in my lower back that literally shuts me down. If I’m sitting or laying down it is pure misery to stand up. If I’m standing up it’s a chore to sit down. Now, once I’m either standing or sitting, the world is good. However, movement to change my status hurts like the dickens. Now, I know I will live through…Continue
The sidewalk was still wet from the rain when I stepped out of the cab. As I paid the fare at the open trunk, she crossed quickly behind me and the cabby said "check out those legs!". By the time I turned I could only notice her shoulder length brunette hair as she blended into the stream of passengers filing through the doorway into the airport. But her sweet perfume lingered in the air after she…
By Forest Greene
Here's a preview of thought-provoking (I hope) ideas for articles to appear in forthcoming issues of Forest Greene, the magazine of sustainable culture:
The Selective Luddite
The Gated Soul -- Life in the Outer Suburbs…Continue
Skyping with a friend. She is depressed . She has been on a good run, mentally and spiritually for a while. She often forgets she gets depressed, as that is "the old her" and she is thinking in new ways.
I am encouraging her to enjoy the situation while she can, take it as a growth moment. She has been surprised at the level of down she is feeling, but I am not. I don't forget her depressions and moods swings. I think friends do that, mark our high and low tides in a secret…Continue
I understand I’m not the first child to have buried both of their parents; it’s just that this is the first Holiday in which this is the reality for me. My father passed in July of 2010, and I buried my mother 5 days ago. The realization of what this means has finally come home to roost in my head and in my heart.
I’m basically an orphan; for that is what a child is who has no parents. For whatever reason, no matter your age; when your parents are no longer with you – you are an…Continue
I just spent a week in the bosom of my family – not by choice – but because my mother passed away suddenly and I went home to honor her memory and lay her to rest beside her Mother and Father.
To be clear – most of my family has no idea who I am. I left the place of my birth and the people with whom I share a blood connection over 30 years ago, and most of them don’t understand why I left or why on earth I haven’t returned! In their minds-eye I’m whatever age they remember me being…Continue
Twas the night of Black Friday, and all through the towns
Eager shoppers had hunted for the best bargains around.
They showed up in droves, stood in line before dawn,
To ensure they got the deals before they were gone.
When the doors opened, they pushed and they shoved.
They had to get perfect gifts for the ones that they loved.
It didn’t matter how much money they spent,
The look on their faces would be worth years of…Continue
I believe they were referring to me as Eywa, in that very loud and colorful film. I was intrigued by the biological neural network at the very heart of the fictional moon. It was actually…Continue
Marilyn Monroe is still remembered and still known, fifty years after her death? Why? How come even young 18 year olds think they know her? It is because she created a myth of what the ultimate Aphrodite Woman could be. She…Continue
Last Spring it was incredibly warm. I'm not talking about 40 degree heat after having had light snow fall and everyone starts putting shorts on. It was nearly 80 degrees. This particular month was the warmest on record. In fact, in April the temp went back to normal.
I walked into…Continue
It’s birthday week at the Lindau’s. From the 11th to the 20th we will celebrate my sister’s, son’s, mother-in-law’s and husband’s special day. Whew! There will be many presents purchased, cakes baked and photographs taken. We are going to celebrate!
Where in the heck did birthday cakes come from anyway? After FSOG (five seconds on Google), I had my answer. Thank you…Continue
I promised a former classmate that I would write an essay about my experience of high school. We both attended the former Seacrest High School, now Delray Atlantic, in South Florida. This was mainly a school fror middle and upper class kids, at least I perceived it that way. Everything I say here is my subjective impression, after 50 years.
I did not fall into the middle-upper category, at least that was not my experience…Continue
The Time Has Come
Some of you may have noticed that I talk a lot. You may also have noticed that I have a tendency to wear a topic into the ground at times. What you may not have noticed is that there comes a time when talking is done, and it is time to do. That time has arrived,…
It's that time of year when you walk out into the early dawn in Asheville and you want to breathe deep the cold, clean mountain air. My ordinary routine: drive down to Panera Bread, buy the papers, blog and drink coffee. I throw the I ching say my form of prayer and make a to-do list. It's good to set an agenda for the day. I buy USA Today and the Asheville paper. I must be an odd figure. Often I wear shorts, even on cold days. Maybe I look like an aging hippie.…Continue