Category Reflections

Old-fashioned Mind Play

Make-believe was our most important entertainment equipment, our XBox mindcrafting soft technology some six decades ago. Graphic display was called “imagination” spontaneously projected on the screen of the visual brain. Sound effects were produced on the spot. Some–like rolls of…

Irrepressible Expressions of our WhoNess

You’ll be happy you clicked through the images produced by “Flora Forager” from natural bits of color and shape. At least taking time to appreciate the details of these creations perked me up after spending way  more time than was…

The POINT of a Hundred Points of Light

[su_youtube_advanced url=”https://youtu.be/X1RWfhGBFyc” rel=”no”] I really must take control of the morning coffee-browse, because it invariably sends me off down rabbit trails other than the intentional path I thought I was going to take, and really should have gotten right on,…

To Us a Child is Born

“The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars and used the Lord’s name in vain. They hit little kids and cussed their teachers and set fire to Fred…

Twixt Earth and Sky

This is one of my hugging trees. I confess that I often hope when touching or wrapping my arms around a favorite tree, up around the bend, out of sight of the road, back along the banks of Nameless Creek, that…

The Act of Creation

“It was during the Renaissance that creativity was first seen, not as a conduit for the divine, but from the abilities of “great men.” –wikipedia So I was riffing on this notion that creativity was not even a word until…

One Man’s Junk: Info-Hoarding

I confess to being a hoarder. My wife would say that my desk offers ample piled-higher-and-deeper evidence of that claim, but I actually need just so much disordered STUFF around me to make my mind seem like a relatively organized…

Our Martins

The tall pole for three years held up an empty two-story penthouse that could have sheltered up to a dozen pairs of purple martins and their young. Until this spring, those little hotel rooms were empty, and only once before–early…

Thoughts About Place

It started out as an assignment, sort of, for Tommy Bailey’s book, Floyd Folks. Which, btw, if purchased in town (say, at the Floyd Community Market) will send proceeds to support  the market. The version of my little part of…