A real bodhisattva of compassion
Gale and I went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art this afternoon. We were able to see the exhibit The…
Category: Driving under the influence of Dunkin’ Donuts
No-self care.
My last post failed to deliver the punchline. I didn’t connect my closing thoughts about patience, forbearance, and forgiveness with…
Physician, heal thyself.
This afternoon I saw yellow sparks at the end of some forsythia branches at the Rodin Museum. I also saw…
The kindness of strangers
Imagine Ruthie dropping her credit card and struggling to get up. Now imagine that Ruthie has two bad knees such…
The sound of silence
No complaints so far about the Made in America festival. Even during Cardi B’s closing set last night, which ended…
The dao of senseless kindness
Earlier I had mentioned that Toto left a large streak along the front of our sofa where she had been…
Wonder
This morning when Toto and I arrived at the plaza below our apartment there was a family on a Sunday…
Tangled up in blue.
I don’t know why the color blue always seems to be associated with sadness, from the “blues” to Bobby Dylan’s…
The Italians call it “sprezzatura”
When Anne Mei and I returned from our trip to Spain and France, a friend asked just one question, “Tell…
Metaphor, metonymy, and figuring out what we’re doing … or not.
In one of my posts last year on the science of effortless action, I reported on a New York Times…