Sitting outside on the porch in the warmer weather and enjoying the still, quiet reverie of the morning has always been one of my favorite things to do. There’s just something about the morning, long before the world machine gets going. There’s a gentleness in the air, a softness absent any sharp edges. It’s peaceful…
I remember a time when my wife and I were talking to some friends and she said something that sparked my happy meter and forever etched itself in my mind. She remarked, “Tony isn’t like me, he has a calm mind…” What a nice thing to say! And I have to admit my mind is generally…
The world lives and moves amidst a persistent and pervasive low-level anxiety that permeates every thought, every action and almost every decision. You have been living with “it” for so long that “it’s” hardly recognizable. It’s sort of like this hidden specter in the background of your life, quietly, secretly whispering, ever whispering “trouble is coming” “trouble is coming…”…