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Another Perspective

In Pursuit of Wisdom

Periodically I will identify a theme or thread that has been running through my life without my having recognized it.

One of the first I came to see was the importance of dreams. What are they? Where do they come from? What is their significance? I have spent a good deal of my adult  Read More 
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Boxing Day

Today, December 26th, is Boxing Day. It is a time in England and its colonies when homeowners give boxes of gifts to their servants and public employees (mailperson, etc.). When I was young and in seminary, I too worked as a civil servant. I was an intern for Senator Phil Hart of Michigan. This was a training program sponsored by  Read More 
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On Wanting to be President of the United States

It takes an ambitious ego to see oneself as President of the United States. It requires an ego that is eager for power, one that wants to make things happen in a grand manner. The sweet taste of success on a lower level intoxicates the ego and instills a yearning for more power.

To  Read More 
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The Brilliant Bloom

My new buddy, Olav Hauge, wrote a poem, “You Want Only to Be,”* that captured a moment in time for me. Here is his poem.
No root groping
in the hard rock,
no sprout, no sapling,
not the strong bole in the storm,
no humble branch,
no bast, no bark
in frost and snow –
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Two Streams in the Sea

I am finding myself with a strong mix of feelings. My 66th birthday is less than a month away. I feel well, yet am aware of my body’s decline.

I am reading more poetry recently and an image from Tomas Tranströmer’s Ringing captures what I’ve been feeling. He  Read More 
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My New Love

For reasons that had entirely to do with curiosity and intuition, I purchased a copy of Olav Hauge’s Selected Poems. Born in 1908, a Norwegian like many of my ancestors, Hauge made his living off the apples he grew on his acre orchard. He also writes – oh, can he write! – and translates  Read More 
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