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Monday, October 29, 2012

Man Vs. Nature

If you check out and look up the related adjectives to the word POWER, you will find that the first word listed is the word MALE.  But if anything can bring a man to his mercy, it is the omnipotent forces of nature.
"It's a blustery day today,"  as Winnie the Pooh would say. Just yesterday, I was admiring the brilliance of autumn dangling from the trees like a million bright burning paper lanterns, and piled up in yards in small hills the colors of cumin and paprika. Now the trees are naked, wild sticks against a pale sky. My street looks as though a parades been through, with leaves whirling around the pavement like marooned confetti. We are waiting for the storm to come. Our lives are put on delay, as we can't predict the outcome or fall out of what is to shortly arrive.
My lights flicker as I write this, my house is shaking, and as the sun sets I know I will soon be turning on the kerosene lamps. All this technology in our hands, will become obsolete. We will resort to an earlier way of living, prehistoric and inconvenient for most. Fortunately, as writers, all we need is a pen and some paper, and a little light for our eyes. Better than a Slinky, this will keep us occupied for hours.
What this storm also puts into perspective, is the welfare of our fellow countrymen and women. In most cases, there are others who have it worse than we do, and as we are scrabbling with our own self-interests-- water, batteries, food, etc--- lets keep in our thoughts and prayers that we are all susceptible as this hour. Whether you believe in God or you don't, there is something out there, just outside our windows and bigger than ourselves.
And one last, quick thought on our political state before I shut the laptop down for the night (I know we are all sick up to our eyeballs with the campaigns), but as Clinton put it so well in a interview he did with Fox News (2006), the president in office will always be at the mercy of natural disasters. He must prove his strength for his country, but the true test is his ability to show humility and compassion in times like these. This is a well-timed test, I'm certain.

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Time Trap

As Vonnegut would say, “I’ve been trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”

I always start a fresh year thinking I have all the time in the world to accomplish the things I set out to do. By spring, I’m impatient as hell and stir-crazy because my initial undertakings are not lining up the way I hoped. And as summer presents to me brighter days, this is when I retreat inward, trying to wrangle into submission my doubts or insecurities, and just get on with it (whatever that ‘IT’ may be).
Then when the New England fall begins to show signs of drying out from the sweat of summer heat, I find that I’m at the most insularly, I become a ghost among my friends, and my biggest aggravation comes out of not having enough time or brain power to keep going at the pace I have been.
Winter is time to wrap up, and start looking toward the New Year. Halloween is right around the corner, then Thanksgiving and Christmas. These months are usually a smudge on the calendar of lights, decorations, and family gatherings. The holidays give us many excuses to celebrate what we have already done the better part of the year, pat each other on the backs and put our feet up until we must get back to it (whatever that ‘IT’ may be).

What this year has shown me is that it is time to restart my clock now, rather than wait until January 1st when everyone else does.  I’m not thinking about this in terms of being ahead, but what I am aiming for is giving myself enough time to find a long-term balance and rhythm, so that I’m not going out of my mind questioning “WHY?!” from the stress of self-imposed ambitions.
It’s time to start a new book. It is time to put into action all the things I have learned up until this point, because I love doing it; not because someone is telling me I have to. It is time to graduate to a new level. It is time for a new direction. And it is time begin again.

Monday, October 8, 2012


The tidal mouth of a river, where the tide meets the stream