Con la puesta del sol de esta tarde se puso también el año académico. Aunque aquí en la Yunai hoy era feriado, trabajé todo el día en reportes, informes y papeleo y terminé mis labores. Al final de la tarde salí a caminar por mi barrio y bajé a la orilla del Lago Prospect en … Continue reading Puesta de sol académica
一Florece Iris, divina mensajera--grato augurio. Viola tricolor 二Musa tricolor--pensamiento silvestre,agreste emoción. "Mira que orilla tengo de jacintos" -- Federico García Lorca
Primavera arrived to our Atlantic island on Friday, and I took my first Spring walk on Saturday at Prospect Park. I sought the quieter, wooded trails, where fewer people saunter. Though I heard the calls of red-winged blackbirds, flame-crested cardinals and red-breasted American robins, there were still few birds in the old-growth forest, and the … Continue reading Spring Ducks (Aythya sp.)
Every day has its beauty. One of my journaling practices, when I don't have much time and energy to write, is to jot down the most marvelous detail I noticed that day (since I generally write at night, just before going to bed). The observed details are often minimal but significant. Today has been a … Continue reading Red Flash over White Winter Landscape
Una estrategia para vivir a gusto la vida peripatética es prestarle atención a los seres que viven y están presentes en el lugar en que uno se encuentra. Uno procura observarlos, escucharlos, sentirlos, hasta comunicarse con ellos cuando algún proceso semiótico --algún camino de la biosemiosis-- lo permite. A menudo, para mí, esa relación es … Continue reading Árboles compañeros del peripatético
I have enjoyed a leisurely weekend for the first time in several months. On Thanksgiving Day, I expressed gratitude to friends and family, but I stayed home. I slept late, drank coffee, made a simple breakfast, and read Kazantzakis's Zorba the Greek, to admire the dyonisian main character and to break with my overly apollonian … Continue reading Montaigne and Thoreau: Idle Joy
Se ha estrenado la película Perfect Days (2023) de Wim Wenders en mi querido Cine Magaly, en San José. La he visto dos veces: la primera, en Angelika Film Center, en el barrio de SoHo, Manhattan, y la segunda en Brooklyn Academy of Music, en Fort Greene. Estas tres salas de cine son importantes para … Continue reading Wim Wenders: Perfect Days
It is a cold, rainy morning in New York City. I have been drinking my café from Tarrazú and reading quietly. Gratitude and a tranquil joy have pervaded my days, recently, and today I am in that vibe. At dawn, I decided to return to a short, poetic reflection from Richard Wagamese's Embers that has … Continue reading Wagamese: Mountains, Prairie, Ocean
Magnolias rosa se entregan al placer de Primavera. Jardín Botánico de Brooklyn
Primavera arrived this week with her sun-golden hair, azure eyes, and fragrance of flowering cherries. She lit my heart. Today, however, she has withdrawn, hiding her countenance behind the overcast sky, shedding cold rain-tears, and silencing her voice of robin-songs as the wind howls the tale of enduring winter. I took a walk in the … Continue reading Shelley: If Winter Comes?
