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- February 22, 2010: This morning, so far (or, Why I Drive as Little as Necessary)
- January 18, 2010: Leaves Blown Apart
- December 24, 2009: Predicting the Next Economic Downturn
- December 10, 2009: In memory of Dennis Huff and The Heat of the Sun
- December 10, 2009: Smudging the Book
- November 15, 2009: “Standing at the River, from the Road”
- November 15, 2009: Thoughts on September Reading Travels
- October 28, 2009: Moral Outrage!
- August 8, 2009: Traditions
- April 12, 2009: Raising The Dead (Technology).
“Standing at the River, from the Road”
“Standing at the River, from the Road”
Standing at the river, from the road ~
It’s in-con-se-quen-tial if your eyes are closed,
And you’ve opened your senses to the world.
Watching from a place that is afar ~
When you know a river, you can see it anywhere,
Even when the fog is thick you see it still.
The rocks are always at your feet,
The skirmish on the bank is small;
In the great adventure of grav-i-ty
The long shared feast is best of all.
Being-in-the-world’s the place to be ~
Quieting the self to hear the message in the wind,
When you’re standing at the river,
At the river, from the road.
[under the influence of a bluegrass music festival, and the early morning hour in