Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste of time to be asking the question when you are the answer.
--Joseph Campbell.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
dark angel, red umbrella
After sitting in a stuffy, warm courtroom, listening to
counsel ask the same questions, “can you be fair and impartial?” and feeling under
the weather, I walked down Mission Street in the steady rain carrying my over the
shoulder bag under my coat, covering my head with my hood. I was feeling cold
and miserable. At one point I began sneezing uncontrollably; my nose was irritated.
A man, in his 40s, from the came from behind and offered, “Are you walking to
BART? I can share my umbrella with you.”
I was touched and slightly embarrassed—I must have looked
like a cat in the rain. “Thank you. My car is not far in a parking lot.”
I tapped him on the
shoulder, “That is very kind. Thank you.”
It was another block and a half before I got to my car. I
thought later I should have taken him up on his generous offer—that by
accepting it, he/I would replicate it.
Sometimes angels are handsome Middle Eastern men with red
umbrellas.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Death is our friend
“Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.”
Rilke
Rilke
Friday, December 5, 2014
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