It was a magical morning. Walking Josie in a foggy yet sunny place with the fog muting colors and softening focus and at the same time, spilling gold through the air as the sunlight filtered through it. The air was still, but chilly (41 degrees) and at the end of the cul de sac, where there is a cultivated field separated from a wild field by a line of trees, there was a gang of crows making a ruckus and conversing. The latter sounded for all the world like soft castenets. I stopped and turned and the view around me filled my heart with the same feeling I get when a painting is going well or an audience is responding favorably to a performanc
More thoughts while dog walking.--
It was a cool and somewhat gloomy Spring morning and as I walked Josie this morning. I had rambling but deep thoughts. Most of them were regarding politics and the environment and were not at all positive. One thing lead to another and I started thinking about unintended consequences. This brought to mind something that happened to me decades ago.
I was doing my first one man show on stage (I have done several in my career). It was about Vincent Van Gogh and I was very passionate about it so I put much of my heart and soul into it. One morning I was walking across campus (I was performing at a university)