Daydreaming on the Porch
by Oswego
Entries 519
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I’ll never forget my third grade teacher. There are some teachers you remember all your life. She was one of them, a caring and patient woman who took a real interest in me and expected much from...
There are fields of dreams and also “neighborhoods of dreams,” places real and remembered where the golden age of childhood plays out in endless summers. And after that the passages of life for ...
Some people like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path. – Jean Anouilh To find new things, take the path you took yesterday. – John Burroughs The winding path approaches the...
I was recently confronted with a most fascinating term that set off all kinds of thinking in various directions, leading me down a few interpretive and explanatory byways, or “Rabbit Holes,” non...
I came across this interesting passage recently, and had to save it it because I knew immediately I wanted to write about the flood of thoughts it produced: While straightening up a few bottles a...
The other day while waiting at a traffic light at one of our city’s busiest intersections, I watched one of those huge United or Allied Van Lines trucks cross in front of me from the opposite dir...
The great and timeless lessons of cosmic consciousness
The time and place was early Spring of 1985. I will never forget the details of my discovery of a seminal book in my spiritual development, Cosmic Consciousness: A Study in the Evolution of the ...
Rivers and streams across America
I have always loved rivers — the way they flow so silently to the sea. Or in the mountains, when they rush downstream over rocks and boulders, all energy and exuberance. I have photographed many ...
Every time I’ve tried to go to my nearby Dollar Tree the past week or so, it had closed early due to lack of staff. I was getting frustrated because, as I’ve noted before, this unique chain of ...
The wonders of enchantment
There have been recent stirrings at the entrance to the fairy and gnome house at the base of an old camphor tree I often walk past, quite deliberately, in fact. The tree, and many others like it...
There is a pleasure in the thought that the particular tone of my mind at this moment may be new in the universe; that the emotion of this hour may be peculiar and unexampled in the whole eternit...
Another time and place away from it all in the city
During a recent visit to the state park near me, at the peak of Spring and walking among the most beautiful old live oak trees, shading and towering above paths lined with pink and white azaleas ...
Close encounters of the gator kind
At a nearby Nature preserve, it can definitely get a bit close to Nature at times. There are alligators in the ponds along the path I was walking a couple of days ago. Normally I don’t see them...
Of grackles and summer beach memories deep and abiding
Of all the sounds that stir deep and immediate memories of my summer vacations in the Sixties and later, the timeless and distinctive sound of the the boat-tailed grackle. Here’s why. This parti...
(Part of a continuing series. See my recent PB entries for introductory background information.) Holding on to way too much “stuff” from my past, both recent and now-distant, has been a painful ...
There’s a number out there
Lots of swirling emotions and fighting off feeling depressed by all the bad news in the world. The Texas shooting has preoccupied me as I try futilely to understand how such a monstrous event ca...
It’s been three months since I moved from Mom’s house downtown where I lived, and both worked full time and was caregiver for her during her last years as she suffered the effects of dementia, ol...
Befuddlement as to how to download my PB entries
Does anyone know how to download one’s diary here? I can’t seem to find any way to do it. I could have just stumbled past the obvious somewhere on the site, but so far no luck.
Life is complete and timeless
…Repeatedly bring yourself back to yourself and then, from within this present self-awareness, realize that instead of being connected to the “you” who is always struggling to get something, hop...
Turning corners into dead ends
This fortress of books and rooms surrounding me forms a rather simple maze For me to lose myself in, if I so desire. I cannot begin to process all that is stuffed into every available nic...
Why?
When my brother and I were kids growing up in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana (next door to New Orleans), we loved to run and play outdoors like all kids of a certain age do. When you are six and eig...
Golden moments
I wondered today, walking slowly along the road, how it was that so many simple things give me such exquisite joy. I saw a gray cat curled up on a window ledge in the morning sun, and stood look...
I’ve always been fascinated and intrigued by flea markets and thrift shops. And, I like antique shops. but mainly if they have old books and retro collectible stuff from the Fifties and Sixties....
The majestic live oak, emblem of the South
I’ve always loved trees, ever since I was a child growing up in New Orleans. We kids spent a lot of time in quite imaginative play in our back yard. Against the fence back there were four tall h...
A mother’s love: a former caregiver remembers
It’s been almost 2 1/2 years now since Mom passed away after a long struggle with dementia. Not a day goes by they I don’t think about her, especially on Mother’s Day. Although she could rememb...
Book Description
Short essays from the interior of my life.