A flower in a waste land
This side street has to be one of the uglier stretches of road in Philadelphia. It’s Cuthbert Street between 12th…
Author: scribbler
Peace, love, and belligerent obtuseness
Did you know that the beloved Bishop Desmond Tutu berated an African woman testifying before his “Peace and Reconciliation Commission”…
The week that was
This was going to be a simple blog post. Just about one of my daily Buddhist emails that expresses how…
Do De Rubber Duck
These flowers are survivors. When I went for a walk along the Schuylkill Trail Thursday morning, I could see the…
The Second Noble Truth
Since I came back to my apartment on Monday, I’ve been thinking a lot about what Buddhists call the Second…
Swimming to the other side
I woke up this morning thinking about one of my favorite Jataka tales. These tales are like Aesop’s Fables for…
The bright side of life
My niece Katie and her husband Luke continue to provide me shelter, loving company, and great food. Still not sure…
Last day of physical therapy
Today was supposed to be my last day of physical therapy following the knee replacement operation at the beginning of…
Sunflowers
Sunflowers are the symbol for Philly Thrive. This afternoon I met with two local contractors and other Philly Thrive…
The Rodin is in bloom again
Last September, in the middle of the pandemic lockdown, I posted a picture on Facebook of some beautiful blossoms on…