Simplicity

From an episode of Six Feet Under

"Once upon a time, a wise person said -
Every day we must dance, if only in our minds.

Why do we dance?

Because we are happy to be alive. So every day, we must dance, to say thank you God, thank you for life."

Happy 4th Birthday to my daughter, Audra Grace!

Another View

(AP Photo/Courtesy of Earth Sciences and Image Analysis Laboratory, NASA Johnson Space Center)

(FROM THE BOSTON GLOBE THIS MORNING - ON THE 456 BILLION SPENT ON THE IRAQ WAR ... SO FAR)

Peacenik wrote: "If you got that whole amount in 5-dollar bills and laid them end to end, you could wrap them all the way around the earth at every single line of longitude and latitude (in other words, 180 strips north/south and 180 strips east/west) and still have enough left over to stretch all the way to the moon and back three times."

Moments like these ...

(photos by zachary jack marcus)











Baseball is a ballet without music.
Drama without words.
~Ernie Harwell

New Days

(photo by zachary jack marcus)
My birthday is next Tuesday. I will turn 53. That much closer to the resting place of my great something grandfather in northern Vermont. I travel there from time to time to reclaim clarity of all that is fleeting, all that has come before.

I just returned home from a sojourn to northern California where I visited Wolf House, Jack London's home that was to last a thousand years. It burned down before he spent one night there.

While reflecting on the nature of dreams and ruins with a dear compadre of a quarter century, I happened to look to the ground beside me and observe a foot and a half long rattlesnake slithering by my open-toed sandal. A little too close.

Too soon anyway.

I looked up at the sun back-lighting the stone walls of Wolf House. Dreams, ruins, and morning light.

So come Tuesday, I will not mourn that which is passing, but will embrace what remains, the light from the ruins.