“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I have been dreaming of one river for over a month, a river that remains mysterious, but it is always dark, its current powerful. Sometimes I am in the pull of that current and moving with great speed. I am never afraid. I cannot explain that. I love the ocean in Maine where the granite coast and islands always provoke wilderness in my imagination, a coast that promises to crack […]
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I have not been able to find a way in. The storms of daily abuse have been too great. It sweeps away my ability to focus on one outrage before another comes hurtling along right behind it. Trump and his fellow travelers have unleashed a noise that began to climb on Inauguration Day, decibel by decibel and just when you think it cannot become sharper, more penetrating, it goes beyond. […]
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I am white as can be, Irish white, freckled white, burn under clouds white, my people travelers from above 52 degrees North, so how am I to enter Beloved, Toni Morrison’s great novel of slavery, memory and endurance? If we take her invitation to meet her people – Sethe, mother, wife, murderer and the central figure of Morrison’s book; Baby Suggs, matriarch, visionary, healer; the men of Sweet Home, especially […]
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If you have ever loved a dog over a span of years, then you know two things with certainty. First, that bond is full of mystery – we read each other as if the intuition of both dog and person is sharpened with time. They respond to worlds of sensation we cannot penetrate. Watching them closely, we can catch glimpses of their cosmos which exists next to us and all […]
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