On Wednesday night we drove to the City to hear a lecture by Joseph LeDoux. Unlike some recent trips to Manhattan, everything just flowed…traffic was light; we parked on the street almost in front of our destination–the Tischman Auditorium at NYU’s Vanderbuilt Hall. LeDoux is a premier neuroscientist–his focus is on fear conditioning, the “synaptic [...]
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“Heavy mental…”
Posted in Family, Neural Pathways, Obsessions, Photo Canvases, Photography, Wholeness, Writing on October 13, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
“Offering busyness…”
Posted in Friends, Inspiration, Mary Oliver, Neural Pathways, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, Writing, Zen on June 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
This morning I walk with my friend, Sunny. Even though it’s early, the heat is on–humid, soggy. Summer has arrived. As we turn away from the River and walk up hill, we come upon this small sculpture–this altar…taking time to pause…to look…to imagine. THE OLD POETS OF CHINA Wherever I am, the world comes after [...]
Niggling Thoughts
Posted in Dialogue, Inspiration, Kinetic Learning, Language, Listening, Neural Pathways, Photography, Poems, Spirituality, Wholeness on March 4, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Niggling thoughts are the ones that hiccup out loud in the circumspect library. Niggling thoughts chase the tail of that last sentence and never catch up Niggling thoughts whisper inaudibly when they interrupt… Niggling thoughts are the intermittent itch Under my scalp of incompletions. Niggling thoughts wake me up– like hives in my blood stream. [...]
“Saturated with impulse…”
Posted in Inspiration, Listening, Neural Pathways, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Spirituality, Wholeness on February 27, 2007 | 3 Comments »
“What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire, The longing for the dance. stirs in the buried life… …Touch me remind me who I am.” STANLEY KUNITZ, Touch Me There is a way that my life assembles itself. I never really know the “next thing” until it becomes vaguely visible on the horizon. I often [...]