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Remembering Art

Remembering Art

I posted about what my friend Art meant to me, but it couldn’t really capture very much about who he was. Perhaps this will give more of the picture. Art playing the piano, on YouTube: Heartstrings [youtube]http://youtu.be/tMVxf1MKR1U[/youtube] Secret Garden [youtube]http://youtu.be/CoQz_eocmrs[/youtube] Hymn to Hope [youtube]http://youtu.be/ooUngb19Q20[/youtube] Interviews with Art Photos: From the night we all went to the Fox Theater to see “Hair.” Art and I dressed for the occasion and we did look pretty groovy. Thanks so much Howie.

Feel Like a Wednesday

Feel Like a Wednesday

“I do not know how far my experience is common. At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.” ― H.G. Wells “The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to…

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Autumn Day

Autumn Day

Wandering restless as the leaves. Autumn Day (Herbsttag) Rainer Maria Rilke Lord, it is time. The summer was so great. Let fall your shadow on the sundials, and across the fields let loose the winds. Command the last fruits now to ripen: Give them two more days as from the south, Drive them to completion and chase The final sweetness into heavy wine. Who has no house will not build now Who is alone, alone will stay Will wake and…

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Words for Lee

Words for Lee

I miss my friend Lee. Although I continue to grieve, the worst of it has passed and I think it’s time to write for him. I hope that someday his daughter might find this post, and find some comfort here. This is a difficult post to write for a number of reasons, but the trickiest part is to walk a careful line where I can be authentic and honest without compromising privacy. Lee confided in me; I know so much…

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Christmas Morning

Christmas Morning

Ben and I awoke well before dawn. Was it 5? 6? We had some hot chocolate Ovaltine and waited just as long as we could before attacking John. “It’s Christmas! Get up!” Hug attack! The big present for the house will be a result of the January sales – either a comfty couch for the tv room, or a nice bedframe (cherry sleigh bed?). All in all – quite a nice Christmas. Yawn… almost 9am. Can I go back to…

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