Teach me to love all things, big and small; clean and dirty: the burr oak massive with age; the silent worm that threads the earth; my fellow beings, rich or poor, sung or unsung. Teach me to be patient, learning first to forgive my own infidelities, that I may love others more. Teach me the wisdom of the past, of hope invested in the future–but … Continue reading Teach me….
As a college freshman, there was one essay we had to read in composition class that made an indelible impression on me that lingers still: George Orwell’s “Hanging,” with its vivid irony in observing the curious behavior of an about to be executed criminal in Burma, where Orwell had served in the British imperial police for six years years. The narrator takes no part, except … Continue reading Dodging puddles: Things we avoid