I’m sitting here in our sunroom, looking out this afternoon on our backyard, smothered with frost. We had our first snow cover a week ago, which came early to Kentucky. I’m a warm weather lover, and while those around me complain about heat, I say, more is better. You’d think coming from New England, I’d be more tolerant of snow and ice and lashing wind, … Continue reading Winter Discontent: Dickinson’s “There’s a certain Slant of light”
Those of you familiar with the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator will recall that its end letter comes down to either a P or a J, denoting perception vs judgment modalities. P types can tolerate, if not thrive on, open-ended movies. Conversely, J’s like their movies to end with all the pieces in place. As essentially an everyday existentialist, I’ve always found bonafide certainty elusive. Thus, I … Continue reading On living with ambiguity
I have a number of books that supposedly clue you into discerning the personalities of people based on their physical gestures, things like hands on hips, the turned up corners of the mouth, the wrinkling of the forehead or lifting of the eyebrows, etc. The problem is that body language can differ from one culture to another. While close spatial contact with lots of touching … Continue reading The Smile that Hides the Soul
The opening and the Close Of Being, are alike Or differ, if they do, As Bloom upon a Stalk–(1089) I’ve always liked Emily Dickinson’s poetry. She has this pithy way of putting things in a few, well-chosen words; a prism mind that turns things over for a thorough look; a quiet defiance that goes its own way with surprisingly modern skepticism; a willingness to break … Continue reading Of Emily Dickinson and Spring Blooms
Saw a sign yesterday that read, “Spring is coming soon.” That’s something we’re all wondering about, even in Kentucky, where we’ve been having an unusually cold March, which makes it hard to believe the Kentucky Derby is merely six weeks away. They say it may be related to melting glaciers changing our wind patterns. But the real sign nature is about to turn generous was … Continue reading Where are the songs of Spring?