A Sea Change


Since starting this blog in July 2009 I've posted 436 essays for a total of well over 500,000 words. Over the past year and a half the frequency of posting has dropped off. While this is not an announcement of an end to this blog I do find it's time to let you all know… Continue reading A Sea Change

Investing in Trust


Investment is generally taken to mean following a strategy that allows us to siphon off value. A way of taking value from a living system and turning it into a quantity of abstract financial counters that we can then hold so as to use these at will to gain advantage. We strip a living web… Continue reading Investing in Trust

Too Much, too little


I keep running into a single question whenever I consider what might be done. I must admit the question is holographic, its form mirrors its content. It is at once achingly simple and bewilderingly complex. Evidence of its necessity surrounds us and at the same time this question never seems to arise. It’s a question… Continue reading Too Much, too little

A Painting Is a Presence


A painting is a presence. Not that it has presence, though it does. We’re talking about good paintings, real paintings; whatever any of that might mean, in them presence is an essential quality. Maybe quality isn’t the right word…. Is a being reducible to its qualities? Is presence something beyond quality as well as number?… Continue reading A Painting Is a Presence

“The truth for me…”


“The Truth for me must be what I need it to be." David Bohm describing the justifications of Ego. Whenever we allow our language to atrophy – as we do when we rely on labels to stand-in for complexities – we arrive at a paradox: We feel the need to be concise. We fear no… Continue reading “The truth for me…”

Whiteness, a Community of Narcissists


This post was drafted in August of 2015. At the time I was concerned whether it was complete enough. Whether it said enough. On looking it over today I am struck by how this theme has continued to strike us day after day. And how little, outside of the works of James Baldwin and his… Continue reading Whiteness, a Community of Narcissists

On Reflection… part 2


There have been times when it has seemed appropriate to appeal to the metaphor of a snake shedding its skin. This last year brings to mind a different serpentine behavior, stupor induced by the effort to digest an enormous meal. An Anaconda at these times can be mistaken for a fallen tree trunk…. The giant,… Continue reading On Reflection… part 2

On Reflection… part 1


David Bohm and Jiddu Krishnamurti were right in posing that the incoherence of thought is our greatest challenge. Some thirty years later the burning question is; why has their legacy not borne fruit? What did they miss? What's gone wrong? By miss, I don't mean to imply negligence on their part or that their capacities… Continue reading On Reflection… part 1

Realms. How we position.


"How we position." Seems to call for an object, "What?" before we can get into wondering about "how;" or even, who "we" are; we want to know what. I could not add a what. Any of the possibilities that come to mind seem too limiting. Not necessarily in the ways we might expect. For instance,… Continue reading Realms. How we position.

“Relax! Take it easy.”


We hear this often enough. These days it probably sounds like good advice. Yet behind it is a troubling assumption. One that touches on how we keep running in circles, returning to the same traps again and again. We confuse ease with relaxation. What does it mean to be relaxed? The term appears to point… Continue reading “Relax! Take it easy.”

From 9/11 to 11/9…


Fifteen years between these two dates. Seventy eight years since Kristallnacht…. Landmarks on the path to disillusionment. A road we've not seen the end of…. A road from complacency and an unearned certainty to humility. A humility we may feel we don't deserve. A humility that brings us no where we wanted to go. Hard-earned.… Continue reading From 9/11 to 11/9…

Imagine we had a compass…


This thought experiment came to me while out sailing with a friend. What if we discovered that our boat has a compass? What if we had no idea what it was, or how it worked? There it sat. And, at times we would notice certain apparent coincidences. Certain alignments with other things we were familiar… Continue reading Imagine we had a compass…