Krishnamurti: With a Silent Mind

“It is raining and you can hear the pattern of the drops. You can hear it with your ears, or you can hear it out of that deep silence. If you hear it with complete silence of the mind, then the beauty of it is such that cannot be put into words or onto canvas, … Read more

Que Sera Sera

Over the years I have been a tremendous fan of the movies of Alfred Hitchcock. I have seen most of his films, including some of the early silent ones. One of my favorites is “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” which was recently revived on Netflix. I enjoyed seeing Doris Day singing “Que Sera Sera” … Read more

The Pale Blue Dot

This video from Carl Sagan made a significant impression on me the first time I saw it. Now, in the dark and confusing times in which we are living, I find that Sagan’s message offers a wise perspective. On a personal note, astronomy was an early interest of mine. As a boy I saved up … Read more

Hakuna Matata

I was thinking of this song today and immediately was drawn to Marianne’s big Lion King stuffed animal. She was overjoyed to find it in the gift shop at a movie theater in Massachusetts. He came with us when we moved to North Carolina and has been residing on our living room couch ever since!

Forest of Waters

Today I went for one of my regular walks in the neighborhood. This particular walk is actually the first one that Marianne and I took together after we moved to Charlotte. It winds up at a school, adjacent to a small stand of trees that I have come to call “Cotswold Forest”. Over the years … Read more

The Other Hiker

My iPhone gave me a gift today! It created a photo memory of trips to Blowing Rock, a place Marianne and I loved to visit. Since then I’ve made a number of trips there by myself and written some poems there. “The Other Hiker” is one of them. Enjoy the video and poem. Happy holidays! … Read more

Our Journeys Home

Creating this blog of poems created over a span of 38 years was given an impetus by a re-encounter with this poem. It is a special one for me. It felt like a message from my late wife Marianne. In this post I read the poem, and after the recording there is the poem’s text.

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