Now that it’s just about over If you remember my fall dispatches, we are confronted with a curiosity in the sense that I described at modest length the experience of driving in a winter wonderland of snow. In, I believe, October. Since then, there was like a month and a half of zero snow –Continue reading “Making My Peace With January”
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A simple prayer of thanks
For all our loves and kinsfolk, living and even dead, for all the different things that comprise the measures we use in the accounting of this thing we call our life, we give thanks. For all new life, new people, new vigor that has come to us this year, we give our thanks. For allContinue reading “A simple prayer of thanks”
It’s like time, man – trying to make sense of what’s left
When you really start closely following the phases of the year, especially when relentlessly broken down into six-week segments, time really starts to speed up. It’s sort of the opposite of what you’d think – a watched pot never boils, and all that. You’d think constantly watching the progression of the natural seasons of lifeContinue reading “It’s like time, man – trying to make sense of what’s left”
Taking a vacation from a vacation while on vacation
As this week – my first paid vacation week in almost exactly a year – winds to a close, we simultaneously bear down on Lammas, which marks the transition from the heart of summer to the earliest incarnations of the harvest. Without sermonizing (yet – there’s still plenty of time), I find myself with aContinue reading “Taking a vacation from a vacation while on vacation”
The wizard is on duty
A few words before we get back into things In my last post, I half-seriously indicated that I might take the month of July off. Much to my own surprise, it turned out I wasn’t half-serious about this at all. I was completely serious. Here we are, pretty much August. ¿Donde esta aqui? Likely, thisContinue reading “The wizard is on duty”
Midsummer’s midpoint: looking back, looking ahead
Once again, another big solstice holiday winds down. The whole thing is very predictable – and it should be. This is, after all, a cyclical game we’re playing. The holiday approaches, I get anxious because I feel unprepared, I complain because it feels disruptive, I attempt to embrace the disruption as a necessary function of theContinue reading “Midsummer’s midpoint: looking back, looking ahead”
No moderation for the wizard
The superficial nature and general ineffectiveness of the omnipresent New Years’ Resolutions thing should be taken as a given. Obviously, such vows, almost always health-related, as though there were nothing more to think about than muscle tone and caloric intake, are often taken in a mixture of bad faith and blind optimism and the desireContinue reading “No moderation for the wizard”
You’ve done this before (and you’ll do it again)
All right, I admit it: I’m being a bad wizard again. I’m driving down the road, making good time, cranking the Dead, sun streaming down, then all of a sudden, I see the sign. One lane road ahead. Goddamn it. The workers ahead are probably doing some of the most useful and inarguably necessaryContinue reading “You’ve done this before (and you’ll do it again)”
HELP: The Only Way I Will Know if I was Right is if You Tell Me
A year ago, I decided get the best view I could, stand up tall, and try and forecast the content, character, and rhythm of the year that then lay before us. Not merely a prediction, the aim was also to incorporate helpful ways in which we might respond to our conditions to take advantageContinue reading “HELP: The Only Way I Will Know if I was Right is if You Tell Me”
I’m Serious – It’s About 2013, and I Need Your Input
A year ago, I decided get the best view I could, stand up tall, and try and forecast the content, character, and rhythm of the year that then lay before us. Not merely a prediction, the aim was also to incorporate helpful ways in which we might respond to our conditions to take advantageContinue reading “I’m Serious – It’s About 2013, and I Need Your Input”
Christopher J. DiLoreto 