Accepting the Charges

We are all charged particles. Borrowing energy and jumping between excited states.  Excited by our surroundings. Transformed by the tiniest of charges passing around us.  The creative mind knows best how to open itself into a state of receiving. To be in a state that allows and evokes change. That excited state of a chargedContinue reading ” Accepting the Charges”

Caught in a peaceful wave function 

I think a lot about superpositions. I don’t claim to be a die-hard science geek, but I do flirt with the occasional layperson’s physics books. Carl Sagan, David Grinspoon, Stephen Hawking, Neil to the Dee G T! Superpositions tell me how to understand competing truths, infinite possibilities, and things that just defy logic. There areContinue reading “Caught in a peaceful wave function “

Tiny Dormant Treasures

Meditations in your fathers garden You walk the garden and you feel them buried beneath. There’s an energy humming, a vibration of life, something sleeping, something wonderful, waiting in the dirt and the darkness. But waiting for what? The right conditions? The perfect season? Their best chance to be observed and admired by the bestContinue reading “Tiny Dormant Treasures”

Unleashed with Dogged Intent

Have you ever seen an unleashed dog walking the sidewalk with all the authority of any other morning commuter? Your first thought will be to scan around for the owner.  A dog without a leash is totally common in this neighborhood, but you’ll want to see any manner of upright individuals minding their ward inContinue reading “Unleashed with Dogged Intent”

Don’t be an asshole to strangers

Don’t be an asshole to strangers, an essay by Paul Carreo This has been stewing for a while. It’s a stew of anger, contempt, and entitlement packed into a dutch oven, swirling together in its own rich sauce. It’s a stew approaching a point beyond infused blended flavor, into something inedible, something rank. It’s aContinue reading “Don’t be an asshole to strangers”

 A frightful fiend doth tread

 A frightful fiend doth tread, an African tale I recall staring lost across the grassland abyss of the Serengeti. A seemingly infinite savannah stretching to curved horizons in all directions, like standing in the middle of a small moon, both deceived by the promise of endlessness and trapped by her curvature. I remember at thisContinue reading ” A frightful fiend doth tread”

Around the Lake’s Bend, Goes My Father

2021 February – I’ll always remember the last time I got Dad into a kayak. I was home in Rochester from Ireland risking a visit to see my parents just this last September. The lockdown had been grim enough already on the emerald island, but the real kick in the teeth was that any semblanceContinue reading “Around the Lake’s Bend, Goes My Father”