The day began bright; now thick cloud has rolled in, promising rain. One of the odd aspects of spring is the rather stunning fatigue that descends on me. I imagine this profound tiredness is the accumulation of exposure to winter … Continue reading
A sunny, cool morning, destined to give way to a vibrant, warm spring day. The last few days have been damp and cool, effectively slowing spring’s tumultuous trajectory towards a green world, but the mad dash will be renewed this … Continue reading
A drizzly, chill morning. Sun will likely return by Sunday, with temperatures rising into the 60’s F! There is a hint of spring in the air, and smiles on many faces. I’m reading Australian writer, Joan London’s, marvelous novel, The … Continue reading
I’ve taken to avoiding news feeds in the evening, and try to limit my intake of news during the day; I also spend too much time fact checking. Anyway, the sheer volume of hatred towards those who are vulnerable, and the environment, is simply overwhelming, a tsunami that threatens to devastate all I love in the world.
Of course, none of this craziness is new. I imagine Jung dropping by for a spot of tea. I can imagine him sitting there in the sun, drawing on his experiences leading up to World War Two, and expressing empathy for our situation. He would point out that we may easily become what we fear, and draw parallels between Islamic extremism and the behavior of extremists on the Christian right. Then he would wish us well, grab a cider doughnut for the road, and retreat to his hermitage. Continue reading