He knows what it is to know.
Lucretius, Roman Poet & Philospher, c 94BC – c 55BC
Carpe Diem, kind of
Tag: Lori Greer in Portland
Music, Familiar
I woke up early. I did not want to get up but I did convincing myself that I would feel even worse staying in bed.
I forced myself to dress, go downstairs, make a cup of coffee, drink some water and sit by the fire for a few minutes. This routine is how I start most of my days and have for years.
This is my comfortable “rut”. Continue reading “Music, Familiar”
One hand clapping
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. F. Scott Fitzgerald, American Novelist
Lox & Bagel
The bagels at Spielman Bagels are delicious.
There’s nothing like lox, a bagel and cream cheese with a side of capers and tomato slices.
This morning, I enjoyed my nosh with a strong cup of coffee. Love the artwork!
Heresy
To think that I used to buy bagels from the grocery store, toast them and eat them with cream cheese and jelly.
Now that I have discovered real bagels, there is no turning back.
I could eat them everyday!
Thank you Spielman Bagels!
If you want happiness…
If you want happiness for an hour, take a nap. Continue reading “If you want happiness…”
Tarte Tian at St. Honore Bakery in NW Portland. Healthy & delicious. Springtime in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
Men in Togas
Be careful today!
Especially if you see men with short hair and white togas headed your way.
Poor Julius. He never saw it coming.
The Ides of March
William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar is well-worth the read. Somewhere I have my college copy of the play with my annotations and 20-year old worldly insights in the margins.
Staying indoors on a cold March Day reading Shakespeare.
Perfect for the Ides of March.
Hard times are coming…
Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom-poets, visionaries-realists of a larger reality. Ursula Le Guin American Writer 1929-2018
On a cold morning
It is wonderful to sit by my fireplace on a cold, dark morning.
The sun will rise in an hour or so. There is snow on the ground.
I have a hot cup of coffee and a book to read.
My sweet Ginny lies on her rug near the fire dozing.
Could there be a more perfect morning?
Talking About Sex
In 8th grade, my girlfriends and I exchanged so much mis-information about sex. It is amusing today to recall our conversations. Continue reading “Talking About Sex”
