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Fathoming the Unknowable (in Your Words)

When Megan entered the limo that was waiting for her at the San Francisco airport, she gasped. The unexpected passenger sent her a guilty grin.

“Joseph! What are you doing here?” (see The Unknowable, Revealed?).

“Namaste,” Megan’s assistant replied. “I figured you weren’t the only one who needed a quiet and reflective week.”

Megan opened her mouth to retort “but who’s minding the office?” but instead said, “You tricked me into this Buddhist retreat. I have no intention of succumbing to a ‘spiri...

The Unknowable, Revealed?

Megan accepted the applause at the end of her speech but was dismayed. She hadn’t felt the normal elation that came after a successful corporate weekend.

This was her fourth year of speaking at the annual conference of her peers – a conglomeration of scientists, engineers, mathematicians, and theologians. Her talk on “The quantum theory and how the electrodynamics of the Universe integrates fundamental physics concepts to better understand the impact of human activities on Earth’s systems” was...

Love Song for the Ages

 

 

 

The love songs speak of youth, of yearning

Of urging those pangs of lust and hunger

Of the delicious spark of electricity when

Chemistry combines with convenience and

Sex burns as bright as a just-lit flame.

But what about years later when the

Commitment to love is a slower burn

And loss has occurred and anger at lost

Socks and lost desire and the detritus

Of  life has intruded upon the intimacy of two?

 

 

Ah, ...

To Be Read (TBR) on a Frosty Night

Thanks to Geralt, Pixabay.

How many books are waiting for you, impatiently, piled throughout your house or on your Kindle? Author and blogger, Diana Peach presented a challenge – write a poem or story about your TBR pile. I got inspired with the help of Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (Tap to read Frost’s poem)

Whose books are these, I think you know

Strew on shelf and floor and chair, though

I try to pass, no stopping here,

But each unique l...

The Extra Guest: A Titled Story

Tina is The New Girl and, according to Thomas – The One to Watch. How she made it on The Guest List is anyone’s guess. Even though Every Note (Tina) Played on the cello is sweeter than summer, more revealing than The Light Through the Leaves, she’s the reason for all of the Anxious People at the wedding.

What makes her so frightening?

Unlike others, unlike everyone, actually, Tina has no Tiny Imperfections. She can never be Tina, Lost in a Crowd, because she’s too singular, too st...

Conversation Between Me…and Me

 

 

 

 

 

Yay for you, for me, for the two of us

Sailing through 2021 with little fuss.

Sure we had ups, we had downs

In fact the year had us spinning round and round.

 

 

 

 

 

But we stood steady on terra firm

By allowing our imagination to learn

Never to stop, never to fear or yield

‘cause our mind is an unmined inventive field.

 

 

 

Fields of daisies and fields of weeds

No matter what crops up from our creativ...

Baking Ruminations

As we begin to mix the batter for peanut butter kiss cookies (my grandson’s -GS’s – choice), I hum to the Christmas music in the background. GS has refused to wear my “Christmas apron” that I bring out every December for cookie-baking.

GS is all-boy, immature for his age in some ways while being wise beyond his years. Last year as we mixed the sugar and flour, he confessed to me that he was 158 years old.

I believed him. I still do.

The apron is bright reds and greens and bla...

Fleet of Time

“And I know, I must not waste it: this fragile gift of fleeting time for wonder, companionship and love,” Ray added.

Maria sat in stunned silence. He had just proposed to her, this man she’d met two months ago. This man who was nothing like her.

She was a delightful extrovert, loving people and dogs and yes, trees. She hugged trees. Ray was an introvert, a biologist who stuck his head toward test tubes while she danced the hours away, literally, in her dance studio.

Ray loo...

The Miracle Dog …. and His Teeth

Photo, “Keeping Time,” by Susan Licht, https://www.instagram.com/susanlicht/

Yes, I still have my dog’s puppy teeth. I’ve never admitted this to anyone until two weeks ago, when our son’s dog, Jax, got hit by a car.

Jax is an 80-pound, 4-year-old silver lab, although more dark gray than silvery. He boasted large paws and a strong body even as an 8-week-old, picked up at a CA breeder’s ranch in the middle of a wildfire. In some ways, Sonny claims, Jax is a “rescue” dog.

Raised wi...

Out of This World

Joan strolled around the tropical complex on a soft evening dotted above with stars.

Her trip to this island had been everything she hoped for on a solitary October vacation, escaping a stress-filled job, worrisome aging parents, and a soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. The days melted into each other as she strolled for hours on secluded beaches, sat at the ocean-view bar and slowly savored pink-umbrella drinks, avoiding the curious glances of those with family or lovers.

She seemed to be t...