When I’m depressed, nothing interests me. At other times I enjoy many things, as I reminded myself in a 1985 Journal Entry:

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Among these are drawing, doodling. cutting and pasting (collaging), writing, browsing in the library or second hand book stores, singing, looking for Indian artifacts in a plowed field after it rains, brainstorming or discussing ideas with a friend, smelling the earth after it rains, looking at rainbows, feeling the warmth of a purring cat, exchanging soul gazes with my pet dog, sharing food with friends, lying out under the stars, reading aloud with an intimate, snuggling under the covers while the rain patters on the roof, singing Christmas carols, the lit Christmas tree, walking along the beach collecting gifts from the sea, attending a Quaker meeting, viewing a sunset, picking and enjoying flowers, speculating on strange encounters, watching a heart-warming movie… Now I would add reading on evolution and consciousness.

I also think of the things I’m grateful for…Family; friends; curiosity; creativity; sleep; the ability to faint when physical pain gets too great; the lessening of fear of death with age; prolonged infancy developing into love; the “cooperative” gene; the “religious” gene serving to draw people together beyond family lines; mathematics, which leads us to believe that this is a rational world; the aesthetic experience associated with this world and its characteristics; the cherishing of nostalgic memories; the sense of peace associated with clinical near or after death experiences; the survival instinct which permits life on this planet to evolve; “emergence” –which unfolds what is and affects what is to be; the ability to read and write; consciousness–so that we can reflectively experience; and humor–the saving grace…
A surprising way to lessen depression–for me at least–is to go to Google and look at all the different species of birds. I accidentally discovered this method.
I also want to announce that I don’t intend to post any more until my helper arrives so I know how to control the site. Hats off to those still sufficiently nimble of wit to understand it.
WRONG WAY
I’m 90, have a-fib and am post-heart attack, and headed in the wrong direction. I’m purchasing more books than giving away, and the files kept for my blog overflow my containers. I quit my poetry group due to impaired hearing, but retain hundreds of poems shared by members over the years. I’m trying to whittle…
I WONDER
Night fell early that day, the roiling black clouds a vengeful slow-moving spider stalking across the city on stilts of lightning. Amber grabbed at the railing along the few steps leading up to Mandala House just as an ear-splitting crackle of a lightning bolt wrentthe skies and made contact with the railing, throwing Amber down…
The Long Way Home
Does anyone recall Let’s Pretend, the regular radio show on Saturday mornings? I do and it was a highlight of my week. So, I’ve decided to escape to Pretend Land, via fiction. My heart stopped in more ways than one when suddenly I could no longer hear the overhead fan. My son was holding my…




We don’t know whether Trump will be reelected. But, as we head toward November, you have to ask yourself: If he loses, would it be more surprising if Trump graciously accepts defeat and congratulates his opponent or if he claimed to be the victim of a rigged election and a “deep state” plot? The answer seems clear.