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Woodland Dreams in Daydreaming on the Porch
…if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and has seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares, To tire thee of it, e...
The past is never really past in Daydreaming on the Porch
Someone, oh so gently, implied recently that perhaps I dwell a bit too much in the past, and that is an interesting thought. But to that I have to say this: “Well, yes. I return to the past in my...
One way of looking at things in Daydreaming on the Porch
I have been asking why I’m here most of my life. If there’s a purpose, I don’t care anymore. I’m 74. I’m on my way out. Let the young people learn the hard way, like I did. No one ever told m...
A crystal cave, lost, then found in Daydreaming on the Porch
The geode — crystals within a hollow, round rock — is one of the most beautiful and miraculous objects in Nature. Just try to imagine how the super hot liquid rock, the magma, cools from its fi...
Evelyn’s: A Portrait of Aging and Grace in Daydreaming on the Porch
One of the wondrous accomplishments of the best documentary photography is that it delves into and captures the very heart and soul of a subject, whether it be a person or a place. That is what ...
A source of light in a troubled world in Daydreaming on the Porch
Yesterday’s headlines and news were so awful: 1,00,000 left without power in the New Orleans area afterHurricane Ida blew through: a massive California wildfire threatens to consume towns in th...
This day in Daydreaming on the Porch
Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life. For yesterday is already a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision; But today, well-lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and ev...
Time keeps flowing... in Daydreaming on the Porch
Time keeps flowing, like a river, to the sea… Alan Parsons Project Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that’s where you renew your springs that never dry up. Pearl S. Buck As I si...
Moving on with sadness and love in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been living in pandemic bubble for the past year and a half, a little solitary dream world of doing exactly what I wanted, keeping safe and isolated until the vaccine came along this Spring,...
Tapping into our core values and bedrock wisdom in Daydreaming on the Porch
What are some of the key truths about yourself that you learn over a lifetime? My strong sense of self - of who I am - discovered and strengthened over a lifetime, has helped me get through jarr...
Funny, sad, thought-provoking and crazy bumper stickers in Daydreaming on the Porch
It’s Monday afternoon and I still have a ton of things to do. But, it being Monday in particular, I feel I have to be caught up on the news from my dozens of sources. But it seems like it’s all...
On the path to extinction in Daydreaming on the Porch
Human-caused global warming over the last 100 years, and resulting climate change and alteration of worldwide habitats on land and at sea, have resulted in countless species extinctions, and the...
Leaving a trace in Daydreaming on the Porch
I often think about some of the jobs I ‘ve had over the years, googling the names of various newspapers and organizations I have been a part of, seeing what came up, if anything much at all, an...
Time and caregiving (Revisited) in Daydreaming on the Porch
It’s been a year and a half since my mother passed away at 96. Memories of the ten years I took care of her in her home have slowly started to fade, not that they won’t always be with me, it’s j...
Code Red for Humanity in Daydreaming on the Porch
Headline this afternoon: Greece faces ‘disaster of unprecedented proportions’ as wildfires ravage the country Code Red That’s the message that comes out of the latest United Nations Intergover...
Recurring themes as I write about life in Daydreaming on the Porch
It occurs to me that there are certain themes that I come back to again and again in my journal entries going back to 1998. It has been a transformative journey during all these many years of ...
Come on, people, everybody get together in Daydreaming on the Porch
Years ago I bought one of those “Time-Life Year in Review” books for 1969. I eagerly snatched it up because that was the year I graduated from high school. I was 18 and the world was my oyster ...
Not enough time in Daydreaming on the Porch
I am impatient these days: there is not time enough in this one llife. I need more lives; I have made plans already for three or four. I could easily expand to ten or twenty, all full-flavored...
“And wait, there’s more” in Daydreaming on the Porch
This entry will make no sense for anyone under 60. So for the one or two of you younger people who happen read this, I’m sorry if this is baffling to you. But for those of us who grew up in th...
Trying to grapple with the root cause of things in Daydreaming on the Porch
This is a story that goes to the root (pardon the pun) of the problems of modern life. The cost of everything has gotten out of control, especially health care, dental work, and housing. This i...
What the world passes by in Daydreaming on the Porch
Last Wednesday was unlike any late July day here that I can ever recall. For a short time, Summer disappeared and Spring returned. It was seemingly miraculous. There was a very noticeable breez...
Simple pleasures are the best in Daydreaming on the Porch
Some years ago, a modest and unassuming book was published entitled “Simple Pleasures,” by John Hadamuscin, and it was filled with a recounting of life’s blessings in ordinary disguise. Upon furt...
A tectonic shift occurred this past Friday afternoon. My little world of dearly held onto habits and routines crumbled in fast-moving developments that brought great excitement, but also rather s...
There were five of us caught up randomly (?) in one of those little moments in time waiting to see one or the other of five oral surgeons. They all partnered at the practice I was referred to w...
Summer vacations swimming at the mill pond in Daydreaming on the Porch
What is memory But the seine net of experience. The trawler of desire For a past that was better Than now. A re-created vision Of a more abundant life When memories are good And finely tuned To ...
