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• Email to a friend • Related • Changing LightbulbsI do not like changing light bulbs. It's an absurdly simple task, no? The subject of innumerable yuks, often of the ethnic variety. I can tell you that this one Brit needs help when it comes to even this simplest of household chores. My heart sinks at once when Ellie takes note--she's more attentive to these things than I--that one of our ceiling bulbs has blown. It used to be--remember?--that all it took was to unscrew the bulb that dangled from the fixture and screw another one back in. Those... • Email to a friend • Related • A Useful Insight...... at the meeting of my men's group last night. I arrived back in Los Angeles from the beach filled with anxiety about the week ahead, particularly the deadline I have set myself for the completion of my next Art of Outrage podcast installment and a seemingly vast number of details to be attended to before leaving for Thanksgiving at the beach--to be followed immediately by a full month down there. What happens is that the anxiety around the details tends to get in the way of the smooth flow... • Email to a friend • Related • A Curious MeditationIt's one of those days when I hit the New Post button with not the first idea what to talk about. I showed up yesterday for my Sunday morning sit at the Laguna Sangha and did, indeed, sit for a full hour without once coming to the place of serenity and focus that I usually manage to find. My mind was scattered, flitting from object to object without settling on one for more than seconds at a time--unusual, because when thoughts take control, they normally tend in one particular direction and... • Email to a friend • Related • PoppiesAfter reading my entry last week, "Eleven Eleven," about the commemoration of the end of World War I on Armistice (Poppy) Day, my cousin sent me a copy of the original of In Flanders Fields, the famous poem by the Canadian physician, John McCrae, who served as an army Lieutenant Colonel. He died, not on the battlefield, but of pneumonia.  It's many years since I first read it--any years, indeed, since I last read it--and I had it classified in my head with the anti-war poems of men like • Email to a friend • Related • More Recent Articles |
