Yard Sale Report from 07/14/12 plus the Widower and the Catholic
It was an interesting weekend at the yard sales. The weather was excellent and the people were friendly and engaged. There were literally hundreds of sales going on and the competition was spread a bit thin, which is not so great for the sellers, but can be killer for the buyers. The juncture of good … Continue reading
Yard sale report for 5/12/12 plus a little on Death and Dying
People have Yard Sales for different reasons. Sometimes the news is good, people moving into together and combining households, people moving to someplace warm where their dreams will come true, or just letting go of old stuff… getting a fresh start. Sometimes, of course, the news is not so good. In fact, if you are … Continue reading
The Essence of Miracles
I wonder sometimes what the essence of a miracle is. Is it something that is so unlikely that the laws of chance define it as miraculous, or is it, by necessity, something of the spirit that lifts us up towards transcendence? The strange thing is that although we live in a culture that seems to … Continue reading
The Silence of the Chickens
(Warning! There are some graphic descriptions of chicken killing further down in this story. Proceed at your own risk.) It’s been a busy weekend here at the Ocular Edifice. Our little kitten, Izzy had two kittens under the bed and my wife got so excited she jumped up and down like a kid. Izzy is … Continue reading
Rest in Peace, Dear Friend.
Last Friday, on the 9th of March, an old friend passed away. Not just a friend, but also a teacher and a mentor who in many ways, altered the course of my life and became a part of my own history and personal mythology. He was a man of principle and authority, with a quick … Continue reading
Adventures in Traveling With My Father
Every year as a boy, my father would take me on a fishing trip to the Big Sky country of Montana. I still vividly remember the long hours spent driving across Utah, where the vast, flat expanses of barren white salt desert reflected the sky so perfectly that you could not find the horizon. The … Continue reading
It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.
My parents had a motto in their later years that went, It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch. My father explained it to me by saying that to love someone deeply meant that sooner or later there would be profound pain from loss. He also said that it was that loving … Continue reading
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