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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

springing into inaction

 In the beginning, I thought I was a writer. A little later, I accepted myself as a poet. So did a lot of other people.

 Then came the world.

 It took over twenty years of silence before I gave myself a another chance. And So, I write. I write of mystics, Zen Masters , Physicists, Photographers, Painters, Punters, and Politicians. I write, I think about Writing, and sometimes, I let myself be read.

 I don't like loose ends.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Stone Street in Winter

I've been away from the keyboard for a bit.  I've got over forty short stories in various stages of completion that need my attention, a very large backlog of photos in need of sorting, editing, and possibly posting, and six pieces of wood beginning to look like something, but in need of a disciplined hand.

All of this leads up to winter on the Street.  It's been a few years since we've had what I'd call winter.  Deep snow.  Sunshine.  Cold.  Winter.  I don't know if it's my fault, but since I've been here, winter has become a preponderance of damp, gray days which don't last very long, accompanied by an attitude of procrastination and comfort foods.  If I were a New Year's resolution type, I'd have said 'no more goofing off', but I'm not, and I didn't.

I sometimes thing that my choice of a solitary life of contemplation and meditation is in conflict with my basic need to create. Those are weak moments.  The two are compatible.  I am able to calm, and empty my mind, then fill it again, with mind doodles.  Sometimes I post them, but for the most part, the live in the cloud, waiting for electron decay to send them off to entropic nonrecognition.

When I write it all down like this, I realize it's good.  No need to be recognized.  I am.  For now. Nothing to complain about.  I'm awake, and there's coffee.

Peace and Love from Steinstrasse..

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Moving Right Along....

It's beginning to look like I'll have to change the name of the blog to 'The Somewhere Else Report'.  My landlord just left with a group of folks who have decided to buy the place.  The young woman who will be taking it is really excited about it, but wants me to stay until next September so she can get it all together with furniture and renovations and so and so....

The question is:  where to next?  The candidate list is small, but broad.

  • Schwarzwald-The Black Forest, home of cuckoo clocks and nice mountains that even an old man can get up without a rope.
  • Pfaelzerwald: full of wanderways and fairy-tale villages, castles, monasteries, and other antiquities, near the Rhine and the Mosel, familiar, yet still a place not fully explored.
  • Right Here.  I like Herford.
Long shots:
  • Somewhere in Spain
  • The South of France
  • Krakow or Warszawa
  • Estonia
  • One of the German islands in the Baltic
I'm taking suggestions.  Feel free to leave a comment.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Good Morning Herford: Schöne Grüße Aus Pennsylvania

Working from a tablet is fun, but the photos are stuck in the cameras until I get back to home base. I had a great time at Mountain Sky, a music venue and Festplatz in my old neighborhood with my son, daughter, and grandson. My 50th Class Reunion was pleasant. I've had a few good walkabouts and I've learned to play some new videogames from my four year old teacher Gideon.

I'll touch base again after the next great adventure. Until then- keep Steinstrasse safe....

Friday, August 1, 2014

On the Road Again/No Guitar, Dog, or Pickup Truck

l'll be crossing the Atlantic again, flying West to the east coast of the USA.  l missed last year's pilgrimage because of schedule conflicts. This year's trip includes an added treat- my 50th Class Reunion!

A good prep for these things is Social Networking. Find 'em, learn'em, and know which coversations to avoid. After doing my research, food and weather appear to be the safest. I intend to eat a lot. If I keep my mouth full it'll be harder to stick my foot in it.


Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Jubilation on the Street: Deutschland 7-Brasil 1

I'm up late tonight.  I watched the most amazing football match with the folks at Giovanni's Mona Lisa.  This is the World Cup, 7-1 is unbelievable, and even more unbelievable in the semi-final.  The German offense was quick and clean and accurate and the defense was impenetrable.  The Street, the city, and the entire country is celebrating.  Tomorrow night, the Netherlands go against Argentina to determine the opposition and Sunday, we find out who the new Weltmeister is.  I'm rooting for my adoptive land.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

A Sunday Walk

The weather's been really nice here for the last week.  Not too hot, breezes, evening thunderstorms, good for daytime walking around.  Sundays are busy on the paths and trails in this part of the world, especially when the Sun is shining.  Today, the Sun was shining.

I met some people I know, and some I didn't. One married couple pointed me to a stream of ants going back and forth across the walking path.  We watched them together and chatted.  The wife had been born in Berlin and the family migrated down here in the final days of the Second World War to avoid the chaos.  The man survived the Russian liberation of Silesia.  We talked for almost half an hour.  It was pleasant.  And now,  I'm going to sleep.  I'll be back soon, with something to say and nothing to complain about.