Ezine Archive

Teach me, Please!

21st September 2013 by admin 1 Comment

As a youngster growing up overseas, I attended Kensington, the British school in Barcelona, Spain, along with a mixed breed of diplomatic offspring, foreign residents and the occasional progressive thinking local.
We made up quite a bunch, cultures clashing constantly, embracing the fiery politics that followed the demise of long-term dictator Generalissimo Franco, comparing, contrasting and [...]

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Take time for you…

21st August 2013 by admin No Comments

The woman shut the bathroom door behind her, took one glance at her worry lines and furrowed brow and turned away.
She set her towels on the make-up chair, stood with her hands on her waist and paused.
“Can I really do this?” she asked herself.
She sighed, tugged the clip from her hair, reached down to turn [...]

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Stress… That Ugly Stress

24th July 2013 by admin No Comments

Bill slammed the door on his way in the house, turned the corner and met Louise in the hallway.
She took one glance at him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked right away.
“I’m just so stressed out.” Bill responded. “I don’t have time to do anything.  Work is killing me. I have too many committee meetings.”
He put his hands [...]

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Souls on the Beach…

26th June 2013 by admin 3 Comments

They walk by the shoreline, some hand in hand, some not.
They stop, pick up shells, examine the strange formations of the sand.
Mostly, they say hello.
Sometimes, they don’t.
Souls on the beach.
I find beachcombers so curious.
What goes through their minds as they skirt the soothing surf?
Do they think of back home?
Do they remember joyous times, raucous times, [...]

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Silly Humans!

23rd May 2013 by admin 2 Comments

SILLY HUMANS!
The hummingbird darted around the limbs of the oak tree, looking for his life partner.
He spotted her hovering above the terrace, directly over the man and the woman who sat at the cedar table, deep in conversation.

“They’re at it again,” the female bird said.
“No way,” he responded. “Same tape?”
“Same tape. He’s trying to do the right thing and she’s helping him see through his confusion. He’s a mess.”
The female bird looked at her mate.

“Why do you think they complicate everything so much?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Humans are so weird.”
“From what I can gather, the love of his life left him.
He’s not sure if it’s because someone else is involved and that’s messing with him.
He’s not sure if she was the right one anyway because if so, why wouldn’t she want to stay and work it out—at least give it a solid effort.
He’s not sure if she’s having a mid-life crisis and if that would or should change the course of events.
He keeps repeating the same ramblings over and over, pulling apart every detail, fighting the urge to blame himself and his failings.
I’ve heard the stories so many times, that I could almost narrate them myself.
What a broken record.”
The tiny bird nuzzled her long beak against her mate’s neck.

“I feel sorry for them,” she continued.
“Sorry for who?” the male bird asked.
“Humans. They take a simple concept like commitment and make a humongous, distorted jumble of it all, with layer after layer of
inferences, tiny rips and tears that erode the essence of a beautiful, clearly attainable ideal.
They fail to pay attention and convert joy into suffering in such a casual way.”

“Nothing casual about suffering,” the male bird said, nuzzling her back.
“No. The casual part comes from taking the painting they originally said they wanted and allowing tiny cracks to slowly convert
it into a mosaic, disjointed pieces that fracture and eventually, destroy the vision.
Then they quit.” She paused.
“They quit, and think that if they merely pick up a brush and paint again, the landscape can look different—even though they don’t
stop to examine why the last painting dried up, cracked and ended up in ashes on the ground. So sad.”
“Big bold strokes look brighter,” noted the male. “Much more fun than cleaning out cracks.”

“Only until the same cracks show up again,” she retorted. “And they always do. If you don’t take time to evolve the painter,
the paintings will all turn out the same.”
“Can’t go there.” The male bird declared. “Seems such a waste. I think I like my philosophy better.”
“Oh?” The female turned to face him beak to beak.

“You’re stuck with me, babe,” he smiled. “Until the honey dries out.”
“Beat you to the flower bed,” she challenged and took off with her mate directly behind her.

As they flew over the terrace, the lovebirds glanced down at the man and the woman.
They were still talking.

That’s a View from The Ridge.

Ridgely

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Rain again, Pain again…

25th April 2013 by admin 1 Comment

The  Pitter patter, pitter patter, tap, tap, tap.
The rain peppers my roof in an incessant drone, the long-winded preacher with no flair, on and on, the points lost four breaths past.
Wet, muddy yards.
Slippery sidewalks.
Treacherous roads and bad drivers.
Yuck.
Call me shallow boy.
I yearn for sun, alas.
Day two.
Ho hum, dole dee drum, more of the same.
The tireless [...]

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Playin’ Hooky!

23rd March 2013 by admin No Comments

The dreaded alarm blares its ugly cry.
Groan.
Sigh.
A quick tilt of the head reveals that, yes, that horrid time has arrived—6:20 A.M.
Woe.
Grump.
Grumble.
If only I could snag a couple more hours, catch a few more Zs, pretend just this once that today, I don’t need to abandon this soft, snuggly blanket, that I can lounge like a [...]

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Slow down and smile…

23rd February 2013 by admin 1 Comment

Camille, Linus and I met baby Lindsey in the pool on a summer afternoon.
She frolicked and splashed about in her floating seahorse in the shallow end.
I could tell from the almond shape and slight redness around her eyes that Lindsey suffered from Down’s Syndrome, a difficult condition fraught with ongoing physical challenges.
Lindsey had already endured [...]

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Simple Rules

23rd January 2013 by admin No Comments

After much suffering and tomfoolery, I came to a basic understanding of how I choose to live my life.  I abide by three simple rules:
1)    Do the right things.
2)    Stay the course.
3)    Never compromise integrity.
Of course, proclaiming and “doing” leave much room for error.
Often, I don’t recognize the “right thing.”
Daily existence finds expression in messy [...]

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A Charlie Brown Christmas Tree….

11th December 2012 by admin 1 Comment

Imagine life as a tiny pine.
Your filament roots push tenderly into the soil. You ease out of your core, seek the moisture and nutrients needed to survive, on instinct, like the baby seeks the mother’s breast.   Slowly, gingerly, despite the rocks, worms and other varmints, you take hold. The trunk forms. The stock strengthens. You [...]

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