Allegory of the Fence

It’s been two years since the storm took down the tree which broke off the top rail of a six foot section of fence that surrounds the large field where the brown horse stands in all weather watching the birds and the mice and roaming slowly along the perimeter grazing on what it must knowContinue reading “Allegory of the Fence”

My Son Calls Me Plato

My Son Calls Me Plato Before I go to the grocery I always ask him “anything you want?” and always every time he says “shakes”— you know, the breakfast kind chocolate pack of twelve I say no way every time— it’s become a joke an affectionate game because I always come home with something healthyContinue reading “My Son Calls Me Plato”

My Epistemology

Sometimes I feel clearopen wideready for the lesson of the dayto settle into my consciousnessand become a resourcefor the futurewhen I am confused againabout the how or why or whatof something or someonebut the truth is that no two lessonsare the sameso even though I have a reservoirdeep and wide and fullof instructions on howContinue reading “My Epistemology”