We Begin Again in Love



… forgiveness is not rational. One can seldom find a reason to forgive or be forgiven. Forgiveness is often undeserved. It may require a dimension of justice (penance, in traditional terms), but not always, for what it holds sacred is not fairness, but self-respect and community. Forgiveness does not wipe away guilt, but invites reconciliation. And it is as important to be able to forgive as it is to be forgiven.

-Sara Moores Campbell, Into the Wilderness

He invites us to call up a regret we hold, a mistake.  Through our restless quiet echoes the faint string of notes we each play: I wish I had  and I wish I hadn’t and if only.  The salt, he tells us, is that regret, that unforgiven act or omission.  In water, it never vanishes entirely — there is no forgetting —  though the hold it has on us dissipates.   It joins…

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Where the Spirit Meets the Bone

I can’t remember when I first heard a Lucinda Williams’ song or what it was, but I know that every time I hear her sing she makes me stop and take a breath. In every one of her songs there is some piece of basic humanity that is illuminated in the simplest terms with honest, heartfelt singing, nothing flashy, just her unique voice and phrasing. She is someone I would like to meet someday, someone I think who would be good to just be around.

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Three Random Quotes In Search of A Unifying Title

I have been trying to figure out a title to fit all three quotes under that would tie them together, but could not manage it. Maybe they only fit together in my mind. Maybe they are pieces to completely different puzzles and I just have to make a puzzle that will fit around them.

Don’t for heaven sake, be afraid of talking nonsense! But, you must pay attention to your nonsense.

Ludwig Wittgenstein


I often have the feeling that I hold in my pocket something secret, something very happy at which I must not look. –Franz Marc



…China’s ancient sages assumed that this immediate experience of empty awareness was the beginning place, that dwelling here in the beginning, free of thought and identity, is where we are most fundamentally ourselves, and also where deep insight in the nature of consciousness and reality logically begins….you can begin at the beginning anytime, anywhere. A simple room, for instance, morning sunlight through windows lighting the floor; a sidewalk cafe, empty wine glass on the table, trees rustling in a slight breeze, sunlit passersby; a routine walk through a park, late-autumn trees bare, rain clattering in fallen leaves.

David Hinton, Experience  (From Stony Soil Vermont)

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Daniel C. Dennett: How to Criticize with Kindness

Vox Populi

How to compose a successful critical commentary:

  1. You should attempt to re-express your target’s position so clearly, vividly, and fairly that your target says, “Thanks, I wish I’d thought of putting it that way.”
  2. You should list any points of agreement (especially if they are not matters of general or widespread agreement).
  3. You should mention anything you have learned from your target.
  4. Only then are you permitted to say so much as a word of rebuttal or criticism.

From Intuition Pumps And Other Tools for Thinking by Daniel C. Dennett. Quoted in BrainPickings.



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Illustrated Poem

I can only pay attention to one of these at a time:

Mary Clayton’s early morning voice breaking,


an afternoon moth spread on a screen door.



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Quiet Please! I Am Trying to Hear The Ghosts Behind The Scenery.


I have always felt that there was a dialogue going on imperceptible to my inadequate senses like voices mumbling in another room, mumbling made up of light and waves and interruptions and strings of events, as if, with a little insight, I could figure out some of the vocabulary and syntax to give the mumbling a structure so I could start to make sense of everything. I am still here ear to the wall trying to make some sense out of what I am beginning to suspect is just the sound of water in the pipes or beams settling in the cooling evening, but still I listen, because what else am I gonna do. The information I gather from human interactions and events makes very little sense. I know that everyone perceives the world with their own set of filters. I wonder if I need more or less filters to make sense of this mess, and maybe if making sense of it will be something I will want in the end. It may be a mercy to live in ignorance, drowning out the subtler undercurrents of the stream by remaining on the surface. We live life deafened by culture and brightly flashing distraction. There are lots of cute fuzzy creatures and crazed honey badger videos to drown out the subtler sensations, super heroes, guns and sensual overload all at the touch of fingers on a keyboard.


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Open Window #1



Nature is where we live.

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