Monthly Archives: September 2020

Beethoven, when asked where his compositions sprang from, answered: “They come to me in the silence of the night or in the early morning, stirred into being by moods.” Beethoven contemplating the night sky and the challenges of capturing his … Continue reading →

Have you ever read a novel by an author who seems so entranced with the lyrical aspect of writing that he or she seems to sacrifice plot and/or character development to style or a clever conceit? When this happens, I’ve … Continue reading →

“The relationship between commitment is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it is not without doubt, but in spite of doubt. Rollo May, psychologist What does this mean exactly and how can it help us as … Continue reading →

Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! … Continue reading →

“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus Though some of us are having a bit of a warm spell, we all know that winter is on the way. Many … Continue reading →

Alan Bean — a Naval officer, test pilot, engineer, and NASA astronaut — has some words of wisdom for us today about nurturing a dreams. As the fourth man to work on the moon, he surely knows about the power … Continue reading →

“The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.” Honore de Balzac For some mystical reason, Honore de Balzac’s name popped into my head, so I’m … Continue reading →

“Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.”   John … Continue reading →

How often do we search for convoluted answers to problems when the solution is really simple? When it’s right in front of us? Henry Ford was once asked by an insurance agent he’d known for many years why he never … Continue reading →

Something Told the Wild GeeseRachel Field Something told the wild geeseIt was time to go.Though the fields lay goldenSomething whispered, — “Snow.” Leaves were green and stirring,Berries, luster-glossed,But beneath warm feathersSomething cautioned, — “Frost.” All the sagging orchardsSteamed with amber … Continue reading →