Curiosity and Prayer
My cat, Beaujolais, stares at things with a slight tilt of the head. There is an asking in that look. An inquiring. Curiosity, I think. If the thing moves, Beau reacts. He investigates — but only enough to see if it is worth playing with. Like all animals, Beau rituals.Continue Reading
The Haircut
My brain is like a lawnmower which has been in the garage all winter, and it doesn’t start too easily. Oh, there are times when I am up all night with anxiety, but that is chatter, and chatter, is, by and large, the result of too much self-consciousness. Let meContinue Reading
More Than We Know
There is always qualia available, ready to reveal itself to us, when we need it. It may be hidden by our usual landmarks and pathways, by the habit of not having had to seek it. It may be beyond our immediate landscape, in someone else’s landscape, and we must journeyContinue Reading