I’m feeling a little uncomfortable this past day or so. What I’m noticing right now is how nice it is to be in small more intimate settings, one-on-one with someone familiar, rather than being in larger settings where I don’t really know others. I tend to stay within the circles with which I am familiar […]
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I ran across this poem and somehow it touches something deeper in me, something about making peace with all that is. Not being at odds with reality. Being perfectly content in moving forward in life, and even in death. Wendell Berry is perhaps one of my favorite humans on this planet, even though we’ve never […]
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Being Quiet
“Do not speak unless you can improve the silence” – Proverbs You know, lately, I just don’t seem to have a lot to say, and it’s wonderful. It’s as if something has fallen away and I can just sit there with others and not feel as if I have to fill the space […]
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For These I Am Thankful
Here’s my shortlist of things that I am thankful for this Thanksgiving: All of the people in my life whom I love and/or who love me Peace of mind Health Financial stability Living life in a beautiful place Opportunities to travel Path on which I seem to continue to grow daily Life at home free […]
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Alternative Measures of Success
My friend Diane stopped by for a visit for a couple of days on her way back home to Vancouver and since she’s an avid photographer, we went out a couple of times to the shore for photography excursions. One of the first things to note would be this excerpt from a High Surf Advisory […]
Farewell Ukraine. On a plane on my way from Kiev towards a stop in London on my way back to the States. There was something special about Ukraine for me. Funny, though, I think I might be willing to say that about any place where I spend an extended period of time. I think one […]
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Musings from the Train
(A few thoughts from the Bulgarian Express, a 23 hour train ride from Chernivtsi, Ukraine to Sofia, Bulgaria) Romania is depressing. Simple as that. Everything seen from the train appears to be in slow degradation towards uselessness, or already there. I can only imagine that the outer ruin is either reflective of an inner hopelessness, […]
So now I’m off in search of my ancestry, more specifically to find the roots of my paternal grandfather Moise Zeldman who came from a town called Khotin (pronounced around here with more of an implied K rather than a firm one). The photograph you see to the left is one of my grandfather before […]