Monthly Archives: November 2016

Rocks

I’ve mentioned my early childhood leanings to ornithology; still there, tho not as a profession.  I kept my sanity (well …) on board ship on my antarctic adventures by getting up early for bird censuses – albatross, shearwaters, storm petrels, … Continue reading

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Life 0f the Spirit …

My mother was raised Methodist, my father Episcopalian.  I think I’ve got that right, as background it’s close enough.  I was raised in a Wisconsin farm town transitioning to suburbia, with Germans & Polish as the dominant ethnic groups, in … Continue reading

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Sitting in the morning, with dogs

Sitting in the morning, with dogs Breathing in, breathing out Maggie brings a sock, drops it, slobbery kiss, my nose, my eye samsara can be very sweet

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Sitting in the morning, with dogs, part 2

Sitting in the morning, with dogs, part 2 Rosie panting in my face “heh-heh-heh-heh” Dog breath in, Dogbreath out the Great Bernese mantra

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Sitting in the morning with dogs, part 3

Sitting in the morning with dogs, part 3 Rosie’s tail in my face swish left cheek swish right cheek lessons in duality

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Sitting in the Morning, with Dogs – part 4

Rosie finds a tennis ball, goes brings it, drops it in my lap, bows nasally dog-songs hrrnn? hrrnn? hrrnn? hrrnn? in my face more insistent, even than my discursive thoughts

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Sitting in the morning with dogs, part 5

Sitting in the morning with dogs, part 5 Rosie lying Quietly Her Tail in my lap, her soft back warm against my knee & shin the gentle rhythm of her breathing two? one? this illusion of duality

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Sitting in the morning without dogs

Sitting in the morning without dogs (written after 2 weeks “away,” on vacation in Maine, the puppers still 3,000 miles from the ocean) Without tennis balls or tail in face My own breath breathing in, breathing out This illusion of … Continue reading

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Sitting in the Morning, Once Again with Dogs

Sitting in the Morning, Once Again with Dogs (on returning home after 3 weeks away) Rosie stretched her warm soft back against my right shin & knee gets up, wanders as does my mind comes back with a stick

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The Fall, another attempt to describe

I’ve been reading my 19.October Post (The Fall,from the Other Side) and realizing I might have done a decent job describing my sensory impressions at the “time,” but not so much the Experience of that walk on the Edge.  In … Continue reading

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Ankylosing Spondylitis

My diagnosis was informal, tho strikingly definitive.  I was walking down the hallway on a general medical ward in my 2nd year of medical school, followed closely by an attending rheumatologist (John Bland, M.D.), for whom I later developed enormous … Continue reading

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