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I’ve really been missing New Orleans lately. That old city of my birth, where I lived for the first 21 years of my life, is full of he most fascinating architecture, unique neighborhoods, fine ...
The question is not what you look at, but what you see. From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau Here is something I wrote recently, and I think it perfectly applies to my Nature and landscap...
Where loneliness can lead
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one’s lost self.” — Brendan Francis The human condition is defined by the tension between our need to be...
I often write about the past because all my past experiences have resulted in the person I am today, considerably wiser than when I was young because of that very past some say I dwell in too mu...
People often say there’s no way they’d want to be 25, or 30 or 35. Youth seems to end about 35 and middle age takes over. But are they being honest? My 20s were the best years of my life. Wh...
Although I have long heard of her and she’s a pop culture icon, I never watched Judge Judy on TV because of both unknowing indifference and the fact that it came on during the day. But truth be...
A grandson is someone I will never know, in this life anyway. But when I saw this video clip, I was overcome with as much emotion as I am capable of these days. https://youtube.com/shorts/je...
Years ago in 1977, I lived in a small college town near a large city, but not too close. It felt like it was out a ways from everything. If it hadn’t been a college town, I would have thought I ...
I often think about how technology has affected my life in the past three decades since I first went online with the World Wide Web at the library on a fateful day in late 1995. What do we do d...
What is “retirement?” Part 2
Part 1 is here: https://www.prosebox.net/entry/2196351 When I look back on the diary entries which have told little bits of my life story spanning many years, I realize that I am now whole, eve...
What is “retirement”? Part 1 of 2
I recently had the honor of learning that a scholarly research paper has been written just recently by a professor in Spain analyzing my online diary, which I started in 1999. I had known, and...
The year 1984 was another of those pivotal years in my younger life when I was trying to come to grips with the end of one career and way of life, and the hopeful beginning of a new life in just...
Awakened
Those who are awake live in a state of constant amazement. Buddha If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. Buddha A fellow diarist once wrote t...
I have reached a state in life where the major lessons have been presented to me and mostly learned. Now is the time to think about what life has meant from all that I have done and experienced...
Yesterday afternoon on a perfect Spring day in March, I decided to park my car in my old neighborhood and walk to King Street and visit the Preservation Society book and gift shop downtown. O...
There’s always a road to New Hope, somewhere
I’m back in the Memory Vault, reading essays I wrote many years ago. This one brought back both dreadful and bittersweet memories of a year and time that marked a new beginning after my second ...
Walking through the world in the way I choose—by which I mean, with attention, by which I mean, leisurely—has given me a great many things, such as life itself, the ability to go on, the ability...
Handwritten journal entry, Fall 1986: Relaxed this afternoon in the shade of a sandbar beside Black Creek. The stream flowed by as moving leaves on the surface marked its passage. The water le...
Once upon a time in Nebraska
Back in the 1980s when I was traveling around the country every year like a nomad or Gypsy, I crossed Nebraska several times and always marveled at it’s wide open spaces, hilly Sandhills grassla...
Some thoughts on why I write
Writing is the axe that breaks the frozen sea within. Kafka Journals hint at what’s long been hidden under the ice. They shimmer with patterns of longing, secrets, untold stories. The diarist...
The objects we collect are more than meet the eye
You know how there are little tokens, icons, “things” which people buy on a whim or pick up at souvenir and gift shops? Some people have frog collections with cupboards and china cases full of t...
The simple life was never going to be the one for me
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach. Lin Yutang, Chinese writer, 1895-1976 Years ago when I had no ...
Sometimes I really understand why the ocean is such a magnet to me. It is the lure of the horizon, coming to the end of the road, stopping, getting out of the car and making your way to the edge...
The bottomless hole of the search for ego gratification
People will often enter into the compulsive pursuit of ego gratification and things to identify with in order to fill the hole they feel within. So they strive after possessions, money, succ...
Heroes of the California wildfire catastrophe
The world has never been as close to going to hell in a hand basket as it is today. Never in the history of humanity have we been so close to planetary catastrophe… Bernardo Kastrup To outsi...
Book Description
Short essays from the interior of my life.