I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

I have never had a human Master


January 30, 2014  (I was 69)         

I have never had a human Master
or I have had a failure of recognition
I have had inspiring teachers of particular knowledge
None with an overall conceptual guidance
to which I could commit adherence
Any who assumed that elevation soured within me
The submission was distasteful the creed questionable
I have found serene paths among masterful trees
stone thrones from which to contemplate
Wind fills and drums the lungs
gives voice to tree and every aspect of geography
Birds offer the element of inquiry
The message is of the moment and present situation
The promise is of continuance but not of eternity
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