Hope is… not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out… It is also…… Read more “Václav Havel on Hope”
~> Kant Journal #1//Kant begins his momentous response to the stagnancy he finds in the discipline by making two important distinctions: one between a priori and a…… Read more “Philosophy Papers”
It seems that there is a stream of limitless meaning flowing into our lives if we can but patiently entrust ourselves to it. There is no hurry,…… Read more “Bugbee, Limitless Meaning”
Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.~Corrie Ten Boom Photo by Daniel Reeves on Unsplash
The world gets into our poresand writes on us lines with the clay ofearth, warmth of sunbite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faceswith…… Read more “Pores”
sooty secrets buried in black: bleak as beak. --- windswept wood, wild sweet orange, swan's neck swoops. --- carefully curated, beautiful mind hovers over clear blue sky,… Read more "Narkissos"
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. ~ Albert Einstein 1879-1955
I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied…… Read more “The Ever-Processing Machine”
Today a new sun rises for me;everything lives, everything is animated,everything seems to speak to me of my passion,everything invites me to cherish it. — Anne De…… Read more “A New Sun Rises”
c. Kate Gough
This is fanTAStic! Filmed July 2009 at TEDGlobal 2009 Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: The danger of a single story
you could be heckler harpy or feind; i may lie derelict here but i draw the open sea to me. ~ Kate Gough, March 2015
To Possess or to be possessed by one’s identity?*The self, the anti-self in dire embrace.*Instead of embracing God, he hugs himself.~ Theodore Roethke, The Middle of a…… Read more “Roethke, from ‘The Middle of a Roaring World’”
"See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all day he fears, not being immortal or divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of… Read more "Thoreau on the (Hu)man"
I treat my stories like a bad case of the hiccups, swallowing, swallowing, holding my breath ( ) swallowing, changing position, swallowing… Perhaps this is why I…… Read more “Hiccup”
Wrinkles sagging with weariness, Gretel June seated her crooked torso on the last clear surface in the house: a padded footstool. The world swam in complete and terrifying circles around her, and closing her eyes only made it worse. She felt a lump in her throat that had nothing whatsoever to do with her heart, and much more to do with her stomach. Everything swirled so fast!
Ancient, knotted hands cupped a steaming mug of hot liquid, which she blew on periodically, but never sipped…
so much laughter…