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There are times when I feel most connected to life in the awareness of fleeting experiences that come to me in little epiphanies during the day. It doesn’t matter where I am. They are predicated ...
I attended my first ABBA (Addictive Book Buyers Anonymous) meeting tonight. And I thought I was bad off? There were people there who were ordering books on Amazon while others were giving their ...
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake These days I can much more fully understand why people take drugs or mind-altering su...
Who can think of this time of year without recalling bittersweet memories of September pending, and a new school year looming abead after the blissful abandonment of summer? I remember counting ...
When we record our lives in journals, we become storycatchers. We believe that the ordinary stories of our ordinary lives have extraordinary gifts coded within them–for the one speaking and for t...
An ode to the city I’ve called home for many years in Daydreaming on the Porch
It’s hard for me to believe now, but for 25 years I had daily access to Charleston’s intoxicatingly charming and fascinating historic district. The former family homestead where my mother lived i...
My culinary history in microwavable frozen dinners in Daydreaming on the Porch
Basically, I’ll put it bluntly. I don’t know what I would have done over the years without frozen TV dinners. I’ll start at the beginning. Back in the 1970s. My favorite early TV dinner was Swa...
The timeless wisdom of Charles Schulz and “Peanuts” in Daydreaming on the Porch
Growing up in suburban NewOrleans in the 60s we always subscribed to the two local papers then, The Times-Picayune, the morning and Sunday paper, and the afternoon States-Item. Yes, there actuall...
…Recalling idealized memories from past happy times is associated with feelings of warmth, yearning, longing, desire, and wistful affection… [But] a common view is that nostalgia keeps people stu...
I think it’s the moral equivalent of a war crime… The consequences of what they’ve done are just almost unimaginable Al Gore UK climate scientist Bill McGuire finally tells the full truth that ...
The miracle of each flower in Daydreaming on the Porch
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. Henry Miller If we could see the miracle o...
I can still recall, with the help of my journal, an experience from about 15 years ago at work which set off a cascade of memories about my school days. I was at a local middle school, at a resc...
It’s probably been more than ten years now since I’ve driven to a place way out in the country to do some walking and take pictures of an abandoned house, surrounded by old oak trees and set ap...
It’s been over a month now since we finalized the sale of Mom’s house, our “family homestead” for the past 25 years. I was there frequently, living there for 10 years while I was taking care of m...
I’m in a no-man’s land state of mind tonight. A bit numb. Peaceful, but sort of lost and indifferent to everything just now. It’s 3:30 am. I’m thinking about a lot of things. For instance, the...
I’ll never forget my third grade teacher. There are some teachers you remember all your life. She was one of them, a caring and patient woman who took a real interest in me and expected much from...
There are fields of dreams and also “neighborhoods of dreams,” places real and remembered where the golden age of childhood plays out in endless summers. And after that the passages of life for ...
Some people like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path. – Jean Anouilh To find new things, take the path you took yesterday. – John Burroughs The winding path approaches the...
I was recently confronted with a most fascinating term that set off all kinds of thinking in various directions, leading me down a few interpretive and explanatory byways, or “Rabbit Holes,” non...
I came across this interesting passage recently, and had to save it it because I knew immediately I wanted to write about the flood of thoughts it produced: While straightening up a few bottles a...
The other day while waiting at a traffic light at one of our city’s busiest intersections, I watched one of those huge United or Allied Van Lines trucks cross in front of me from the opposite dir...
The time and place was early Spring of 1985. I will never forget the details of my discovery of a seminal book in my spiritual development, Cosmic Consciousness: A Study in the Evolution of the ...
Rivers and streams across America in Daydreaming on the Porch
I have always loved rivers — the way they flow so silently to the sea. Or in the mountains, when they rush downstream over rocks and boulders, all energy and exuberance. I have photographed many ...
Every time I’ve tried to go to my nearby Dollar Tree the past week or so, it had closed early due to lack of staff. I was getting frustrated because, as I’ve noted before, this unique chain of ...
The wonders of enchantment in Daydreaming on the Porch
There have been recent stirrings at the entrance to the fairy and gnome house at the base of an old camphor tree I often walk past, quite deliberately, in fact. The tree, and many others like it...
