Unconditional Love
We were in a Zoom discussion one morning when the idea of unconditional love arose — that, in order to embody something, one has first to receive it. Sometimes it comes …
An Elegy To Jimmy Moss-Solomon
In requiems for the repose of the souls of our dearly departed friends or relatives, the biblical adaptation quite often referenced is the questioning of death as a victory, or to …
Justice And Imitation
Once upon a time, long,long ago, when I was about eight years old and living in a tiny little town in upstate New York, my parents, who were spiritually minded but …
Conversations
The need, the will, and the ability to understand are embedded in human DNA. Indeed, it is the distinguishing quality of humanness. Many people, though, would wish that understanding be reduced …
Freedom And Public Opinion
This seems to be an idea whose time has come….. Disconcerting and perplexing as are current events, it’s not as if we were not warned. One of the most astute observations, …
Truth And Ideology – A Question
In these eventful times and at this critical juncture in our collective experience of being, it might be an opportune moment to pause and take stock of the roots of our …
Endings And Beginnings
Each day, every day, is an organic process of endings and beginnings. We tend to see them as we would “stills” from a film that are imprinted on our minds and …
Developing Potential of Our Children
There is a news story about a six-year-old boy who is raising funds to help those in need through his art. This caused me to ponder on inherent potential and how …
Life’s Lessons
Fifteen or so years ago, our daughter had a lovely black Labrador Retriever, “Tango”. Despite profuse and heartfelt promises that she would feed and walk her, in practical reality, Daddy did. …
Can Civilization As We Know It Find Another Route?
Of course it will. But this begs another question: Why should civilization which, following the very nature of creation is subject to the laws of evolution and decay, be preserved in …
Sunshine on Spiderwebs
I am sitting this morning, as has become my usual, witnessing the magic of the growing light in the garden. There are invisibly fine spider lines criss-crossing between trees — visible …