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
The vital spontaneity of life brought William Wordsworth's "Ode on Intimations of Immortality" to my heart-mind on Saturday, as my family and I visited the Cementerio General in San José, to honor and remember my father R.C.M., my grandmother D.M.A., my grandfather E.C.J., and other ancestors, up to my great-great grandmother or tatarabuela, who rest … Continue reading Taking Cues from Wordsworth: Ode on Intimations of Immortality
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
For several months now, I have been keen to read, again, Henry David Thoreau's ideas about houses and homes in Walden. Now that it is summer and I have time to read in the shade while the heat blasts on, I have finally returned to reading my good ol' friend Henry. I had missed him, … Continue reading Thoreau: Economy
De manera desconcertante y maravillosa, la Passiflora alata que sembramos en mi jardín durante la cuarentena de Semana Santa del 2020, ha florecido por primera vez este mes de diciembre, al cerrarse el convulso, gozoso y doloroso, 2021. Primera flor, acompañada de perfil por el segundo botón: 9 de diciembre, 2021 ¿Por qué justamente ahora? … Continue reading Maravilla: Primera floración
