My page is dark. I have travelled deep into the forest while remaining in the company of others, working, toiling, loving. The silences between my writings are not absences of thoughts, only absences of thoughts worthy of the toil of exploration and expression. Momentary emptiness, aloneness, silence screaming. Peace. The sentiment is I have gone as far as I can go. The path back … Read More The way home
On my little travels, I invariably find time to visit at least one local church. Anecdotally the church had six American Flags adorning the interior prominently. This struck me as perhaps over the top nationalism within a holy place, though our nation supports religious freedoms better than any country on earth. No canon law or church doctrine encourages or prohibits such practices. Just a … Read More Where is the House of Worship?
Sitting on the beach reading a work of fiction a protagonist ponders with resentment, “Did his work have meaning or was it merely a means to survive? There was nothing shameful about trying to survive–it was the occupation of the majority. However, was it enough to live….and not even be sustained by a sense of purpose?” Nesterov is with the military police in Communist … Read More Survival
February 10, 2019 A letter to a man accused of Murder; Today Reverend Mano Salla gave a homily on his definition of prayer. I may write him to get the words verbatim. However, for now my brief interpretation will have to do. Know thy self: Take time out to become aware of one’s self in quiet reflection. Recognizing our creatureliness and propensity for sinful … Read More Murderer?