Midweek haiku chain blah blah blah

The weight of Fall breeze, Soft drift, the ash of old fires, Sent to the four winds Like my tale of life The shape of all things to come Crafted by what was But for those times when, As Atlas, my shoulders shrug… Weight of world, falling Drifting like the ash To rest quietly on ground Inertial gasp Spin of time, passing, Cycles turn replication Occasionally But me? I just feel tired.

Toxic Stress & Aging

The more I research and read from credible outlets, medical journals, etc (what is available publicly that is, the tip of an iceberg, doubtless), the more I recognize myself and realize this is an issue I’ve struggled with my entire life.

Is it Pearsall? (self-validating mid century Pearsall designs)

As an avid collector of mid century modern furnishings and an admirer of designer Adrian Pearsall, I often find auctions presenting items with such misleading titles or descriptions as “… in the style of…”, “… era of…”, and so forth. Obviously, this makes it difficult for those who (like me) are looking for authentic vintage pieces; particularly if looking for pieces that have not been subjected to the value-stripping “refinishing” process.  This guide presents resources and information to assist you in answering the question, “Is it Pearsall?” Background & History Pearsall’s company, Craft Associates (Later, Craft Associates, Inc.), was founded in […]

Simplification

For all the fuss and mess we humans like to create in the name of ‘meaning’, ‘mattering’, and ‘maturing’, it seems life, itself, is remarkably simple as a pattern; begin, breathe, move, feed, rest, mate, end. I find that my perspective has shifted over time; many things I once thought of critical import have proven otherwise. Some by my own decision, others by repeated demonstration otherwise, and still others by acquiescence to the probability that attainment is unlikely/improbable enough to make it seem effectively futile. Of course, that is more a statement of where I am than where the world […]

The dangers of our dichotomies

I have come to an awareness that, perhaps for the first time in our country’s history, the United States has fallen to being aggressively indisposed toward its constituency. Be it by the bludgeoning of over-informing, the divisiveness of misinforming, or the profound distraction of both in the national and community commons, a somewhat corporatist, political, and  theocratic “community of common interests” now exists.  This “community of common interests” has an understanding of itself as an agent in the world; it understands and makes use of information warfare to acquire and hold hostage the intellectual promise, potential, and prowess of “we, […]

The United States of America needs another, better model of management

There should be a program that balances Federal funds AGAINST state incentives in such a way as to assure an evenly spread industrial and commercial network in our United States of America. Companies and industries that significantly impact the gross national product should NOT be permitted to jeopardize the national economic health via full blown autonomy. The idea that the companies of a nation are any less accountable for the health of the gross national product along with our general, economic health as a nation beyond coddling up to the states that house them, the government that legislates on their behalf (for shared […]

Pure Seeds, for life.

I am utterly certain that someone much more famous than I have said these things before me; but since I’m not “educated” enough to know of them, and I came to these on my own, with no help but my own experiences, I claim them as mine. With that disclaimer/preface, here is the tightest packing of “Pure Seed” concepts for getting things done that I know. My hope is it will be helpful to you. But at the very least, perhaps it will pique your curiosity enough to find the previously mentioned famous folk and get an educated take on […]

Vajracitta

My path has ever rolled like an avalanche along; in precious, raw, rough parallels, our movements met and, for a moment, harmonized. A moment’s harmony is not a song, but the moment of harmony creates possibility in all who experience it. My wobbling trajectory, with all its graceless noise, was steadied, albeit a transient state, only fleetingly. I wanted to find the loop, the regenerative feedback, and sought it with panicked, shaky hands. I did not understand that my own trembling shifts created the disharmony. I did not understand that what I saw as devotion and loyalty could be seen […]

Mayday

They have had a position for a program manager open for over a year; at no time did they even remotely consider that I would be happy and willing to work for them. They never considered that, for me, working for them would be the very likely best possible way to show them how much I care about them, their growth and success, and in very particular, that I could see my daughter achieve and attain all the things I ever wanted for her, ever hoped for her, and many I could not conceive of due to my own, unfortunate […]

Chapter 1: First Memory

Each of these are going to be prefaced by some manner of contextual information or a view on perspective today, looking back at the moment being rendered to writing. In this case, the literal ‘first memory’ I find in the mental attic. I suppose in a way, this will be both my biography and my memoir. Or just a transient phase, left to dry and drift away on digital winds. Time will tell. I sat in the large, steel, farm kitchen sink with the sun directly in my eyes. Through the window on my left, the gentle, swaying giant oak […]