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"There exists in the world a single path along which no one can go except you: whither does it lead? Do not ask, go along it" (Nietzsche) / Oct. 2011

“...everything bears witness to what we are, our friendships and enmities, our glance and clasp of our hand, our memory and that which we do not remember, our books and our handwriting.”

~ an excerpt from Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations

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The computer the size of a palm responds to the touch or swipe of a finger

Today is the day of the man who went through life with an exclamation point leaping from his head, but from his view it looked like this: i

~ wiremesa 

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Old and new: the younger hand-sewing and the older e-mailing / August 2011

"My father’s in my fingers, but my mother’s in my palms.
I lift them up and look at them with pleasure –
I know my parents made me by my hands."

~ an excerpt from the poem Genetics by Sinéad Morrissey

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There it is! / Long Beach Island, NJ

This was the auspicious evening when we gathered up high on the crow's nest and the giant red ball of the setting sun was lost in the clouds to the west so we turned to the east and thought we saw the familiar dark forms of dolphins in the water moving past us when suddenly a huge round, white-bellied whale heaved itself straight up and out of the water, danced a moment above, and then crashed and splashed back into the depths leaving us all staring in wonderment.

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 A spring morning / April 2011

Let life become a journey of discovery ...
   rather than one of searching.

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Old (ink pen and writing pad) merged with new (fingertips and ipad) to compose a communique / Jan. 2011

The learning curve can be a part of the creative process.

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The blue team gets ready for a run / Sept. 2010

“John was a poet, and he knew about words. He knew that all men and all women are mysteries known only to themselves until they speak a word that opens up the mystery. He knew that the words people speak have their life in them just as surely as they have their breath in them. He knew that the words people speak have dynamite in them and that a word may be all it takes to set somebody's heart on fire or break it in two. He knew that words break silence and that the word that is spoken is the word that is heard and may even be answered.”

~ Frederick Buechner writing about John the Evangelist

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The poetry of boys / August 2010

“I need big hands
to help me
change the profile of planets;
the traveler requires
triangular stars;
constellations like dice
cut into squares by the cold;
hands that distill
hidden rivers in Antofagasta
and restore to the water
what its avarice lost in the desert”

~ an excerpt from The Gift by Pablo Neruda

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What delights: Unca C's fabulous hula hoops / August, 2009

“Saint Augustine said: 'The soul is weighed in the balance by what delights her. Delight or enjoyment sets the soul in her ordered place. Where the delight is, there is the treasure.' Perhaps this is why there is such delight in beauty. In the midst of fragmentation and distress beauty draws the soul into an experience where an elegant order prevails. This brings a lovely tranquility and satisfies the desire of the soul. When the Beautiful continues on its way, the soul has been strengthened by a delight that will further assist her in transfiguring struggle.”

~ John O'Donohue, an excerpt from The Invisible Embrace of Beauty

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Read me a story, Tell me a story / August 2008

This was the day that two boys could traverse time and space using the simple device of ink printed on paper.