TROLLING THROUGH MY JOURNAL NOTES AND MIND ON LABOR DAY WEEKEND I CAUGHT THESE THINGS IN MY MENTAL NET:
There is a 12-inch wooden ruler in the top drawer of my desk. I think about it every year around this time – when the first notice of sales of school supplies appear in the stores in town. . .
There’s a block of Swiss cheese sitting out on my kitchen counter. Warm yellow in color, with lots of big holes, randomly arranged. . .It’s not that I particularly like Swiss cheese or even plan to eat this chunk.
I just want to consider it. . .
A pair of black soccer shoes dangled from a power line way up in the air. Out in the middle of Bigelow Street near my house.
I know how they got there because I was a witness. . .
, , .Whatever it may mean to whoever observes the Sabbath, it is a conscious effort to cleanse the well-springs of Being – to seek inner calm – to not lose focus on what’s really essential to the flourishing life. . .
Sitting at the bar in Woody’s Tavern in Mob, Utah. I’m in for a cold beer on a heat-wave afternoon. The man sitting next to me is wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy boots, and a T shirt with the Canadian Flag on it. . .