Waking Up With Cozumel

I like to watch a town come to life. It begins Cozumel around 5:30 am and it starts slow. A hotel sees of a pilot in the dark and another car goes by 2 or 3 minutes later. Around 6 am a man in an unrecognizable uniform that has orange reflective bands pushes a large…

Telling It Like It Is

The news cycle has changed completely. Is it lost on anyone that the tragedy unfolding in Texas is changing the news toward the positive. Is it our interest that is fickle or the people who tell us what we want to hear? Or is it that we are being shown the sharp contrast between the…

Charlottesville and Our Forefathers

Sally Hemmings was three quarters white. She was Half-Sister to Thomas Jefferson’s wife and spent her life as a slave and Mother to some of his children. She lived out her remaining years after Jefferson’s death in Charlottesville, VA as an unfreed slave who had been “given her time”. 

Advice From Out Of Nowhere

It is a beautiful day. I am worried that it isn’t and I don’t know. That happens sometimes. We look around at what is in our immediate vicinity and we incorrectly assess the world from that information. Then we give advice or judge the actions of others that can’t see what we see… Wait. I…

We The Game Pieces

I see the world but I don’t understand. I look at what I am allowed to see and even that leaves me at a loss. I am not alone. I can’t identify with any of the suffering OR aggression that I see. I can’t identify with bluster in the face of  unknowable consequence. I can’t…

The Seeds of Friendship

When did friendship begin? Was there friendship before cities? Before language? Before God? Why do I lose friends? Why do we lose each other? What pressure drives us apart while we clutch at nothing else? Cities, languages, Gods? Are we broken by our own cities? Scrambled by noise and judgement, confused by love and hate?…

Echoes of Sustainability

True sustainability has to be measured on such an unimaginable scale that I fear I may not be featured in a great deal of it, historically speaking. Somewhere in time lived a man of meager means by today’s standards. But when his fellows took stock of his wealth they marveled at the inspiration seen there. They…

Believe This

Belief is the end of the argument that is incomplete.

Old Blue Bricks

Old Town San Juan, Puerto Rico. Old blue bricks are like old blue people. They are askew and broken in tiny and monumental ways but they are still holding their position. They could not be more unique and discolored by experience but they fit in. Their role is what they are. They are the silent placeholders…

Smell The Evolution

Always in hurry. Never on time. This is the modern state of being as far as I can tell. Or is it? Modern, I mean. Did neolithic man find himself rushing around the mountains and plains gathering and hunting with no time to just take in the beauty of his surroundings? No time to have…

Childish Things

I was looking for a topic for this blog and even started writing about babies sleeping when my doorbell rang and the dogs barked and the baby cried. I answered it and it was two men who claimed to have the answers to the questions people have been asking. They asked me if I wanted…