Ruminations
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The ruckus of the birds
It’s the season for sleeping with open windows – even as the dog days begin – and waking to the sound not of an alarm clock but of birdsong. When I carried the burden of more outer commitments, I’d turn to the television for an early news and weather report. Had another act of terrorism… Continue reading
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A word about sauntering
Today I begin to saunter, or, more precisely, to record some random ruminations that are the product of my sauntering. The word “sauntering” I take from Thoreau, a word, full of the spirit of what my life seems to be. “I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life… Continue reading
